Thanksgiving. Poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani

Thanksgiving.



Today I go to put down heartprints,
and if she says, 'I felt your touch.'
It is her sagacity to feel my love
touching her through her love.

A lady reluctant to face the limelight:
Just a pat to anyone makes him bright.
Poetry is her hallmark as has ever been
I smell and feel her like a fingerprint seen.

She is a cherub but without any wings
Gave very many a few precious things.
She is so sweet, so kind to one and all
Folks around her have a bravura ball.

She is self-possessed, tranquil like a bay,
Loves reading poems, passes all the day.
She brightens her time in a magical way,
Illuminate the skies for passing her way.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Loredana P., to whom I dedicate this poem, is at the English Institute in Milano, Italy. A lady of extraordinary qualities. Compassionate and accommodating with a missionary zeal. An angle without wings. Nothing ever upsets her. I am obliged to her for all encouragement and help in English poetry writing. Presumably, she is addicted to poetry reading and writing round the clock.
Another point worth asserting may be surprising to many. I am a hardcore Taliban Muslim and she a pure broadminded European. Yet her warmth and affection has swept me off my senses. I adore and salute her.
These compliments are not confined to this insipid note. In about a year when my first book is published and cataloged a more detailed thanksgiving page will be published with her full name and introduction, Insha'allah (God willing) . May Allah bless her with Peace, Progress, Prosperity and Popularity. Ameen.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Swetha Vanakayalapati 29 June 2012

exemplary.......note! ! the way to present a thanks! ! I bow both the souls showing a true affection to this world! !

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Joseph Poewhit 30 May 2012

Sounds like a nice person to love

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