Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

When sky do weep, each tear a separate woe, How shall my heart from dearest friend be torn? The winds lament, in sighs that sadly blow; How snatch my hand from warmth it hath worn? Lo, the heaven grieves, and fiery bolts do fall From winged steeds, breathing smoke and dread; How may I then from those who love me call My spirit forth, where true-born faith is bred? And the feathered chorister on broken spray Wails alone; how leave my friend in dust? The bloom, forlorn, her perfume stolen away By fumes she made for joy, now foul, unjust. When tender infants in ruin parch and pine, How can I drink sweet sips and call them mine? ------ Affaq  🌹

What words can serve, when clear to your eye, That this poor world in sin's dim pall abides? No soul attends the plaintive, whispered cry, But gazes where consuming suffering presides. The system's fetters, by brute force upheld, Goodness finds scarcely a sanctuary's grace; The humble heart, to nobler fate compelled, Is scorned, condemned to silence's icy embrace. They quench pure visions, with their fires arcane, And shatter hope, to expedite their gain. Why further speak? My friend, you know this bitter bane: The truth-tellers, enchained, bereft of light's domain. Their sole transgression: they embrace what's just, While freedom's guerdon masks its obscured trace -----Affaq