Stolen piece of land from the blue skies,
Is paradise obliged, why don't it cries?
Watering the plants she got a bliss,
Paradise-owner's lovely flying kiss,
Brought by a golden unseen dove,
The sixth sense felt the touch of His love,
Where there is love there is paradise,
An eternal life, no death no demise!
Fantasy it may be the day of judgement,
I see right now with my eyes tangent,
Angels are carrying this piece of land,
To make for the lady a lovely garland,
With colorful flowers and the greenery grand,
I salute the lady for increasing greenery,
God loves to see such charming scenery.
Akhtarji.... you have honored me more than once with your sweet verse! I feel greatly obliged. Yes, I like green spaces as I am essentially a daughter of Nature! ..... Thanks... thanks a lot!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning write and a wonderful tribute to Valsa with very inspired lines!