The day was hot, unpleasant, irritating,
The heat strokes were increasing and increasing,
The sun on the climax, too much radiating,
And the comforts, were decreasing and decreasing.
The insane bird was flying and flying in a search,
His nibs were opened his tongue was dry,
He was tired and hungry and thirsty so much,
The search of love, motivating to fly.
Ignorant was the bird, flying so much high, so high in the sky,
Ignorant of the fact, someone waiting on the earth,
Stealing her body and shy and shy,
Not exposing her growth, not showing her worth.
In a garden of roses, jasmine, and more,
With a fountain to relieve the sun and its heat,
Many other things to watch and adore,
Withstanding a wall so beautiful and neat,
The Queen of Night, with the drunken petals below the forehead,
Kissing each other and dreaming and dreaming in day light,
The dreams of a virgin, a mystery never read,
To smell and blossom in a moon lit night.
The bird fell down on the feet of her love and lib,
And slept whole day, whole night untouched,
Crawling and crawling in the lower nib,
The dew of her flowers, only two, he was loved.
The bird could not go at an any other place,
For the rest of life, made a nest in her arms,
Beautified by the queen with the charms of her face,
He is safe in sun, in the rains and storms.
Deeply touching.....Beautiful and beautiful poem.....thank you for sharing... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, really liked it.................................