Sunday, March 19, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

172
When my youth in solitude I ruminate,
Before a glass shows me a wrinkled face,
Laughing at self the self does confiscate,
And dries all tears and robs all my grace,
Naked eyes see not how age and youth,
Live together as in milk cream and butter,
The milk is soured and its naughty ruth,
Is called the life force the milk is shatter.
When youth wears a new knitted dress,
Looks pretty like the moving scarecrow,
In a new world is hailed youth’s ingress,
Now the world welcomes your silver brow.

Youth and age do rest in the lap of years,
Virtue prolongs life shortens human fears.