Thursday, August 31, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

268
Sweet love, rethink, your love is not fair,
Like mountain snow or like a lake in the pit,
Sits mud and sands in bottom layer by layer,
The whole lake muddy if doubt snails hit,
Love that travels from moral mind to soul,
And must travel to pit silently in the lake,
One light other heavy, balance out of control
Ah! Light searches for light for her being sake
Sweet love, stay with me in my love full eyes,
To show me right path in a dark street of life,
Life jerks cannot be seen in dusk and my cries,
Cry for your holy love that is free of strife.

Holy love: a flower, I welcome you in spring,
Without love my Lady, my love is nothing