Newly grown colorful pretty wings,
Learn how to fly in the winds exciting,
I listen to its tone, know what it sings,
I know him well who you are inviting
I know cold rains kindle a fire inside,
Everything is burnt in the fire of love,
I ha'e been a victim of teen aged tide,
One is too ecstatic in desire of love.
I understand you and I am aware,
Recollect a song of the winter rains
You are so friendly with you I share,
How from the mud I got the stains.
Here on earth, don't look at sky,
Clouds are vagabond don't you see,
Frozen cold droplets now do not fly,
Fell on the warm earth like a bee.
It's my earth with colorful flowers,
Love is here, you need and deserve,
Promoting the passion of the showers,
It's a love poem, I write and reserve.
It's a love poem, I write and reserve....lovely words have crafted a lovely poem...interesting throughout....thanks Akhtar for sharing this lovely work with us...God bless you
Each and every line full with the emotions and lots of whiff......loved it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful flow of words.... Clouds are vagabond don't you see, Frozen cold droplets now do not fly, Fell on the warm earth like a bee. Quite a love poem falling on the earth. Loved reading it.