The night turns a being
without forms and image
And says, lets go for a sip
with this thirsty eyes.
Bars were full of dancing souls
Floors were humming with singing girls
Guests were drunk
with the melting beauty of girls.
The night invites me to move
to paradise unknown
where exists only nothingness.
a rendevous with night, Ershad, this is succinctly put, as Rebekah says, impressive. Regards Mamta
A wonderful title. And you have captured the night with all of its magic and mystery.Ten from me. Warm regards, Sandra
Ahh, , , 'melting beauty of girls'.....good night Ershad, , you enjoying yourself thses days, ,10++
Bars were full of dancing souls Floors were humming with singing girls.....The last verse of your poem attracted me very much..there exists only nothingness.. wonderful. tony
So much said about the empty fun....there's no joy in this partying.....here u almost feel the depressing ambience of a pub...Thank You Sir...
Party animals suffer from nothingness. Excellent observation. Ten+ Ms. Nivedita UK Cordially invite to read and comment on Lingerie-IG* Enigmatic Navel or other poems niv
'Guests were drunk with the melting beauty of girls. The night invites me to move' Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is a teacup full of the condition of human being. I'm very impressed.