When I look at you...I'm really looking at you! !
not your big brown eyes, not your wavy brown hair
not your unblemished skin...my eyes just stare
deep into your eyes...your soul I see.
But we never met and I never saw you,
I haven't watched your portrait,
any of your videos.
I haven't listened to your voice.
Still I say I' have seen you,
I have heard your voice,
I know your thoughts,
Do you know how?
I read your poem,
an open window with transparent curtains,
a window that opens in your heart,
where your real face is sleeping and smiling,
perhaps dreaming!
Such a beautiful window of a lovely heart,
where words are flowers and lines are rows of roses,
and the rose together form a green land of roses,
and one is magnetized to stick with flowers,
whereat he is inspired to react,
yes, to react with a poem for a poem,
a beauty for a beauty,
a beauty that must be admired,
whether it's sun of the east,
or it's a moon of the west,
but such contrast of greenery and pinkish roses,
how a poetic heart can pass by and ignore,
the beauty of poetry is created to adore.
Window opens the heart in this fantastic reception poem drafted mindfully. Nice imagery is drawn in favour of thought and humanity. Very wise sharing definitely.10
Some poems make us ecstatic. This poem is a tribute to another poem through which the poet in you could make a pen portrait with characteristic details. Thanks. I quote a few lines: whether it's sun of the east, or it's a moon of the west,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You always add a new dimension to any poetry you write and the subject you choose to write on......Loved it as usual.Janab.