I have read all the poems of my friend
I have seen my friend from the unseen skies
To see her more and more what else I could intend
I put myself into her shoes, to see things through her eyes.
Finding something in her shoes she picks me up in her heart
And I read her heart where there are thoughts
That is yet to be painted in a work of art
Just rains she needs in the casual droughts.
Rains may or may not fall, who knows?
But here I am to melt my heart from my thirsty eyes
The miracle of friendship, the pinkish white canvas shows
The poem not yet written, I read it at the blue skies.
(I have a few friends at PH, I have read all their poems, I haven't met and seen them, and I wonder why they all are females!)
Akhtar, such a lovely poem...................10+++++++++++++++++++++
Finding something in her shoes she picks me up in her heart And I read her heart where there are thoughts That is yet to be painted in a work of art Just rains she needs in the casual droughts......so touching and impressive. You have to do something yet. A beautiful poem on poetess having amusing expression is amazingly shared.
A wonderful poem, loved it as I see I am one the poetesses whose all poems are read by Akhtar Jawad.
Rains may or may not fall, who knows? /But here I am to melt my heart from my thirsty eyes/The miracle of friendship, the pinkish white canvas shows/The poem not yet written..teaching expression! A marvelous poem in the chapter of friendship! We get love and invaluable resources from invisible friends! Beautifully presented!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have also read many of mine and a few well known Indian poets and ah we happen to be males mistake not not females in garbs of males