A Token Of Love To Anwar Farooq.
Living in a distant land,
In my poetry, in my heart,
You do ever stand.
The psychic tree blooms flower,
Emits fragrance hour by hour,
And your love I share.
Though not have a psychical tongue,
The naked eyes' camera,
Yet the drama goes in psychic opera.
Ah! love, -the enhancing tide,
In friction less Heaven -you ride!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem