Tuesday, April 11, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

241
When I am disgraced by women’s saucy eyes,
Peeping behind thoughts exist cute women’s hate,
Bemoaning my own curse heaven touching cries,
Terrible my dull soul and more hard my fate,
Hopes remain hope and reality is a dark dream,
Wish shadow far away from me when I brood,
All wishes burn and turn into mouth steam,
Nor my breath nor my sight smoke turns rude,
I among the willow trees do beweep all lone,
None around me but your image in my mind eye,
Kissing your red, red lips satisfying my groan,
And your sullen face reveals your inner sky,

Do not weep my traitor love, your saucy eyes I mope,
Your rude painted beauty style burns my pretty hope