Come close,
and look into my eyes
Scan my soul and soothe
my fear and cries.
How could I savour a life`s boon,
As been fooled
like Delilah's groom.So
lured my fancies and verses undone,
like Samson, in the temple of Dagon.
Wrinkled, wane and wailing
Desolate, distress and have been ailing,
Dream of days;
spent with you,
when sorrows hewed and joys grew,
with the rising sun till the evening dew,
wandering far hand in hand and
never adieu.
Ah! Soon my soul is ceased to be
Wish thy mercy
have on me.
You need mercy - but - with or without love? - You search be patient - and found something - wandering from your hands. -
Women are TROUBLE, plain and simple! ! ! ! Men are MORE trouble ......or so my love told me. :)) bri
Ah, I look at your versification a little bit more closer. Without a spec, but more specifically. Must write a few humble words of content and wonder, when i am, inshaAllah, back from meeting a friend, who demands my presence to discuss the release of his latest movie in November. wait for details, rgds.
what a touchy poem Gulsher u have composed, very appealing..Wish thy mercy have on me....begging for love, longing for mercy: '(
It is a somber, serene cry of a heart waning for love...sweet symphony alliteration... weird, wane and wailing is beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great! Nice rhyming and rhythm here: D