Wednesday, April 26, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

262
Alas! I not know my life journey how is too long,
I travel on time train sometime slow, sometime fast,
Singing on time boat freely how to life prolong,
Time is more; life is short, thinking it downcast,
Getting tired on the way I sit in heavenly vale,
Swollen, choked throat and a parching tongue,
Alas! All fruits everywhere but no water in dale,
A nice garden that makes all old woes young,
Time bridle controls life horse with a bloody spurs,
The rider’s feet cannot walk with the horse might
Time horse long journey kills on the way all curs,
Some die of hunger and some die of lone fright

When my Lady’s face swims on my mighty mind,
Looking at her pretty eyes seem she is to me kind