Tuesday, April 11, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

232
Hidden stops and clutches, your beauty paws,
Sucking back blood watering the dying eyes,
More naughty and grave your deceiving kill claws,
Feeble cannot face kiss heat and never survives,
A Phoenix leaves his beauty print in old age,
And for the lover’s snare your wrinkled face,
Wonder looking at her beauty her age fellow sage,
With time circle her straggling lessens her grace,
Tears: not with jealous smile looking in the air,
Sometime peeps your mind through your silly lips,
Coloring them with red hue looks more fair,
That enhances your grace and your beauty tips,

Yea! Add face beauty to beauty but will one day die,
You betray me knowingly, on your false promise, fie!