Forgive me if I ever hurt you,
if you still see some colors in me.
Feel me my friend on a lovely day,
if you still feel some odors in me.
If you see some dirt on my dry petals,
use your coldness and wet your eyes,
the air joining us is humid enough,
a few dew drops from blue skies.
My nights are the nights of blue stars,
my dawns are washed by drops of dew.
I am still twinkling in your shining eyes,
friends like me are rare and few.
If you see my colors are faded away,
I suppose your lips are still pink.
I'm sure I'm still sleeping in thoughts,
and your poetic dreams can still ink.
Love, not something sold and purchased,
not a pencil image that can be erased,
it may be a mirage always chased,
but a beauty for that life is praised!
Love, not something sold and purchased, not a pencil image that can be erased, it may be a mirage always chased, but a beauty for that life is praised! Wonderful lines.......! Rather proverbial! ! ! A sure 10
Will be eagerly waiting for the same sir, it will be an honour for me..... Thanx
Thanks Mitilesh Yadav, Hope one day I shall come to Gorakhpur, shall meet you, and with you I shall go to Islamia college, St.andrew's College and Gorakhpur University. Hope I shall listen to your poem on the bank of Rapti.
The magic of your words light up this special day, as you embrace all your friends with the beauty of your spellbinding lines that shine with your beautiful love that falls like the sweet, refreshing rain with the warm sun your heart that shines and we bloom with the beauty of your friendship! Thank you for the gift of your wonderful friendship Akhtar!
Thanks Hazel Durham, I think that's magic of springs and the Valentine's Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet another crafty poem from your pen.............Superb Janab....10+++
Thanks Mohammed Asim Nehal.