The pure beauty of soul and thought
Rests upon the lips of the night
The weeping love of nature
Pours from the breast of mother
...
This is my sleepless night
Where I keep my dreams alive
The rains of my restless soul
Never come down against my will
...
Now she wants me as her eyes
But I have no eyes to share
She wants me as her
Hands
...
Hope is a freedom!
Let her fly beyond sky!
Dreams are wings!
Let wings to wide in high!
...
As a bird
I am not free from you
As a wind
I am not free from dreams
...
known as Ashraf v Nediyanad.working as Revenue inspector in Koduvally municipality office.writting both in english and malayalam.published stories and poems.)
Life And Wisdom
The pure beauty of soul and thought
Rests upon the lips of the night
The weeping love of nature
Pours from the breast of mother
The silent wisdom of time sheds
The hot blood ofrejoicing
And the flower of loneliness blossoms
Before the spring of life's coming
However, the river of tears overflows
When theclouds of dreamsbreak shackles
And the pains of heart yield in the thirsty words
For the lively kiss of books