Getting lost in a world that exists in my heart
Shutting down the doors through which ugliness
Trespasses in me, makes me a color blind
Who cannot pick pink color of loveliness.
When I remove curtains of a narrow window
I see many pink buds in a green meadow.
The whistling winds coming in with a music
Carrying a song of buds still awaiting to bloom
I hope one day these buds will spring in flowers
They will enter in my dark lonely room.
On that day the doors will not come in their way
Aromatic colors will attack, ugliness will run away.
I hope one day these buds will spring in flowers They will enter in my dark lonely room. On that day the doors will not come in their way Aromatic colors will attack, ugliness will run away Beauty can expel ugliness! I know pink is your favorite color! A lovely poem on the buds waiting to open!
Dear, dear Akhtar Sahab, What if you cannot see the hues of the pink rose, The pink passion in your heart radiates beauty! The aroma of the flowers will blow into your room And fill you with the warmth of love! Thank you for writing such a sweet poem! 10+++
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Your lovely poem will bring colors to the darkest room. Always can depend on you to add some colors to my life. Thank you sir