Away into the distance,
in the mountains and the hills
lives a part of me
that scales the heights of dreams
reaching for the stars of Fortune
a part that gathers lilies by the lake
saunters down the sodden lane
past the wooden cottage
zigzagging through the rain- -
eye-kissing the slopes, steeply
rising from the earth's volcanic profusion
while calm descends from above
and envelops one like a fog.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
While calm descends from above and envelopes one like a fog. Good rendition above the powers of man! No sheen, this is a great poem.
again 10+++++ for you though i believe the number is not everything......thanks for sharing.
The nature around us is a part of one's imagination. Beautiful poem on nature with nice depiction.
Yes these all are the part of imagination. You might have heard a Hindi song, Who main chitrakar hai. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. Can a poem breathe!
Thank you Ali. Poetry can breathe becoz poets put their hearts into it.