Alas! Those lost graces, a few beautiful and handsome faces,
Appetising aesthetic sense and then feeding their charms in drops
Pouring liquid thoughts in a leaking container of my bosom
And the siphon of love raising it to the brain for the crops,
The crops are dancing and I see many colourful flowers
They are no more to see the outcome of their showers!
I have forgotten them, how I shall be remembered?
I don't have a beautiful or handsome charming face
I lack their ability to water a heart for the crops,
I lack liquid thoughts and I lack their gorgeous grace,
Anyhow when the crops will start dancing with flowers
I'll be no more to see the outcome of my feeble showers!
We always look first at the outside. A person's true beauty lies in the heart. Your poetry directs me to the heart. A delightful beautifully crafted poem. thank you Akhtar.
MAY I be the one this time to thank you You are the emblem of gracefulness Sir I adore you That my simple poem can inspire you it's a feather in my cap Sir I BOW TO YOU 'TIS YOUR VERY DUE SALAAMS TO YOU AND YOUR POETIC VISION
Phases! ! ! Of Love And Life! Those Beautiful and Handsome Faces! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing poem, nicely penned.