Paper Planes* Poem by Rehan Hyder
Paper Planes*
The forests of love
You watered inside me
Have caught fire….
Albinos of anger
Are taking birth
As blaring attempts … I hear
So love! Is it some Iron Age
Town of our masters of yore (yore? ?)
That has become a receptacle of your ova?
Are the Gothic ascents too erotic to behold
O love don’t jilt, don’t go
I make paper planes … designed to carry
Any load of dreams…
Come hither and I shall carry you;
Your lover and my envy
* Someone wrote some poem on “Winchester”... the unknown city...
I sure hope paper planes do not fly near forests on fire. You poem is well written and I am glad I found it. DC
paper planes are a dangerous way to fly my friend...they burn, they sink within raindrops and they fly uncontrollably when released...great write.
loved this too..what a wonderful one is she to flame your anger, may god bless her...cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:12:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
marvellously inspiring beginning...the first stanza is a magnificent sculpture... the last four lines carried valiently upo the fragile texture of a paper plane is just breathtakingly and paintakingly brilliant...