Monday, August 28, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

209
O blind love be off from my sweet eyes,
You make me blind I am tired of you,
To walk with a stick morning to sunrise,
To feed you like a babe such a life poo.
I sacrifice years to make you young,
Now I am old you have left me alone
In love desert how sweet is your tongue,
Deceives my soul now my tears moan
What I see is stored in my brain box,
That makes me young in sullen days,
Life depends on will so the will mocks
At old men like me to be young craze.

Don’t love but once to collect memories,
For the rusty days to enlighten the worries