The silvery full moon was awaiting for me
When the nightingale was singing a song
I was with you in my dream
So the moon became a crescent form.
The breeze was waiting for me
When I was in dream with you
Leaving the world apart.
Then on the ocean it mournfully blew.
The Red of the roses became purple
Still I was with you in dream.
I was waiting from the autumn
To groom into the colour of spring.
Khawab dekhti raho ke zindagi woh khawab hay jo khawab bib azab hay. Sapne hamen jeevit rakhte hain aur kabhi kabhi poore bhi ho jate haiyn. After my retirement I was gradually dying. I srvived a heart attack. Then I started uploading my poems on 23-3-2014. Within this short period I uploaded more than 60 poems. I am second most popular poet in Pakistan and at the moment I am 48th in the world. I fought with the proceeding death, I won and I am once more alive. I want that you should repeat the same. Don't be pessimistic be hopeful and write happy melodies. It's a good poem.
The silvery full moon was awaiting for me When the nightingale was singing a song I was with you in my dream So the moon became a crescent form. Nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Akhtar Jawad, Its a great inspiration for me that you are commenting me in this way. I became pause and speechless. Yesterday i emotionally sent you the poem. I am not a poet but a housewife. Its my hobby now to write. Lots of respect and love. I wish and pray a beautiful life for you. Your best friend Ruma