Tuesday, April 11, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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As a pros takes pride of her cute daughter, boon,
As an old man does boat of his pragmatic wit,
As the aunts enjoy winter with summer croon,
As darkness for evils for young and old most fit,
I like not my Lady’s cheeks with coral breast,
I like her chary lips and ever deceiving tongue,
Receives her holy heart daily a new young guest,
Forgetting age but keeping lust mind old or young,
Day and night guards O Lady my holy ghost,
Records your deed s of hours and your dark game,
When I sleep my ghost visits me your secret post,
Your thought music reflect in your weak frame,

Around our neck is present a solid natural seal,
Earth atoms record our deeds but we cannot feel