23. Your face tells your age is fleeing.

 

SONNET 23

By JH Sayyar
Your face tells your age is fleeing.
Silver in hair exposes a tale of youth,
None can deceive time, an eternal being,
Perishes all anon, in which no truth.
O Lady! Ponder on your past erotic days:
Full of sins, no virtue what you have done
It is a self-conceit and false God’s praise,
Like youth in old age we cannot run.
Someday you will be eaten by worms,
None asks you from where you come.
The flying soul finishes beauty charms.
Your gleeful end your first traitor chum.

All worlds parish, my love remains above;
Cruel time chains can’t enchain my love