Thursday, August 31, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

278
Cowards are afraid of death but do not know
What is death? Nothing but a long and long sleep,
In the darkest narrow cells sleeping all row by row,
All alone lying helpless earthworms on them creep,
The brave accept death bravely and ready to face,
Hate they have done in life with all its reactions,
But good deeds before God enhancing their grace 
What is life? Nothing, but reactions of the actions
We must know on earth, what is mortal in us?
Soul but body dies but in one thing no change,
Our Zat after death it does remain surely cuss
With done or undone deeds limitless power range,

All are written in the golden book, our willed deeds,
Angels write with the eternal fingers all your creeds?