M. Asim Nehal Poems

I met my soul under the ocean
quiet, calm and enduring
In serenity with joy.
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As I entered the garden of affection,
Through the doors of those eyes,
Rays of love enclosed me in its arms,
My sleeping body woke up by the unbounded charm.
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In the soft silver moonlight,
When the paper boat merrily drifts,
Sitting under the pine tree,
I see our love sailing.
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Do not offer me,
A cup of tea or coffee,
When I visit you,
Nor do offer me,
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wind blows some leaves on
the silent tombstone boulder
memory echoes
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sky clear azure blue
the autumn's picturesque view
the wildflowers bloom
teens on a picnic party
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The fall of beams on the leaves
And the water and the waves
But when it falls on my hands
I feel the shame of eternity
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nature touches heart
with naivety of fragrance
inception of love
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The silence of the valley is broken by the joy,
of moonbow as the water falls from the tip to toe.

Tall trees besides the mountain range in row
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Dew nuzzles on the petal of a delicate flower
like my dreams hanging on glistening new hopes.
Giving birth to umpteen imaginations,
like soft green moss on the white smooth pebbles.
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