You need be flowing beneath waters
O angel of sweet love
Fishes with orange tales by your side
Your wings are the doves in rain
Of purple blue and bliss
So spacious beyond all forms
So are you a saint
Whom you worship but the shrine
Of immense love
This ecstatic self
I have not seen sad
Mix some more colors into life
This dance of yours is like playing on ice
This resounding love and many dreams
This chaos
You met me last time
On your earthy lips and shining eyes
Who else would know
But your wings
With many colors from heaven
Islamabad
July 30,2010
To my friend Aly Bossin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem