165. I was honest when I opened my eyes,

SONNET 165

By JH Sayyar
I was honest when I opened my eyes,
I know not the world’s wrong ways,
I saw in daylight my virtue’s surmise,
So I curse self when my lights gaze!
On the corruption of my eyes and soul,
I think; the canker lies by birth in birth,
Mars the face beauty of trenched hole,
Ah! The foolish call it a precious worth.
A woman’s love may never be honest,
We all believe in it betrays our being,
It slays your wish reaching on the crest,
Like a weaver’s spindle love is fleeing.

I believe in love, not in woman’s love,
I love my being honestly my kid-glove.