Wednesday, May 17, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

458
Alas! Time is the thief of my tender youth
It snatches my precious fifty and seven years
All things slave of time on earth a bare truth
Now remaining days of life are full of fears
My Rose I tell you time steals your juvenile
Day by day fading cheeks but you stalk soon
Will turn into feeble walk and life is a trial
Happy days go with youth then we all croon
Come poor youth let me see once your look
Tell how you stole my years what an fine art!
None knows but you steal by hook or by crook
I find your lodge is in cunning women’s heart

Time is friend and time is foe of old and youth
When men waste time, cruel time full of no ruth