Thru the jungle of your sleep
I had a passage of my dreams
You had a bookish face
I had a school bag in my hand.
(Translated by Samina Amjad)
Such memories remain in the memory and it are always nice. I am greeting :) Maria Barbara Korynt
its stuff like this memories are made of...lovely the beauty of the poem lies in the truth that everyone can relate to it... with a whimsical smile Mamta
you really have great poetic skill.....just beautiful sir......10
Naseer Bhai, I am your fan. Outstanding poetry. If you were to publish a book, I will be the first one to buy it. Rajesh
Time will have us all, but we will always have the gift of imagery. Beautiful write, Naseer. Warm regards, Sandra
Such power in so few words - I enjoy these thought-provoking and stirring considerations of yours. Mark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This dream allows ten thousand interpretations! 10****