A tear that never fell
forever calling her eye its cell
a smile that before its bloom died
the lowered eyelids of a shy bride
-More and all of this,
is what poetri is.
her loud and carefree laughs
his blindness to all her flaws
that old couple with a young heart
her reflection in all his art
-more and all of this,
is what poetry is
his opening, of the door
her cleaning, of the bedroom floor
her favourite chocolate bar
always left for her in the jar
-more and all of this,
is what poetry is
His blush, his friends laugh at, and heck!
at her smile, his rubbing his neck
his lowering his gaze
before getting caught in a daze
-more and all of this
is what poetry is.
the sun and the moon
the sea waves as they swoon
the flower in its bloom
the bleeding nightingale, in its doom
_more and all of this,
is what poetry is.
BY BU AFNAN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem