A day in desert with a lovely woman,
May I describe it, yes, I think I can.
Her long brownish hair is spread at night,
Moon and stars are the sources of light.
And so her eyes and her beautiful face,
A source of peace and gorgeous grace,
Half hidden in hair appear like the moon,
Nature has gifted me a lovely boon.
The desert lacks flowers, the desert lacks rains,
But she is a beauty having no strains,
As she is enriched with the lovely cheeks,
Not black and barren, hills and peaks.
Her lips like petals of a lovely rose,
The style of sleeping in a sexy pose,
The landscape is same as at home,
As if she's sleeping under same old dome.
Her body has beauty of of dew on trees,
The movement of breasts with frequent breaths,
The stretched branches of round lovely arms,
Reminds me quakes and reminds the storms.
The stars are dancing and the moon smiling,
The night is romantic and the breeze exciting,
A day in desert is hot and tiring,
The artificial cold is at all not inspiring.
Everyone went out, passed night in roaming,
And the day so hot, is ruined in sleeping.
But the nights of desert have beauty and charms,
And arise inside many unseen storms.
The joy of a woman is a gift of nature,
And first plantation in soil of His creature.
Pass and enjoy and wish and dream,
Wherever I am I need her stream.
If she is with me I need nothing more,
The life is worship in her love and adore.
For love only love is purpose of life,
It is not a war or quarrel or strife.
Ganges or Ravi or Sindh have huts,
Have beauty of movement in the lovely cuts.
What else I get is fruitless and futile,
I don't need pyramids of the Nile.
The barreness of the never ending stretch of sands is amply compensated by her enticing beauty and charm. As we read the poem, her charm unfolds slowly one by one and one gets the feeling of swimming in the river of her beauty! Enjoyed much!
A lovely poem. A night in desert is indeed full of beauty and mystical charm. Enjoyed this poem with all its rhythm and rhyme as well as it's message of love and peace.
An exotic beauty she is! Love is the pure source of peace.There is a contrast between the cool beauty and the hot desert.Loved.
Her lips like petals of a lovely rose, The style of sleeping in a sexy pose, The landscape is same as at home, As if she's sleeping under same old dome. old is gold sir
What a beautiful write enchanted my soul. Thanks for sharing/ Regrds.
What a beautiful write enchanted my soul. Thanks for sharing/ Regrds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is purpose of life, good writing, thanks,