Between the shores of my dream
Under the flowing lustrous holy river
Where the white dove of wishes
Floats on the chariot of stars
Teasing drunken mischievous moon.
I make a bridge of love to drink
From the intoxicated lips of fate
That fills drop by drop,
The cup of my emptiness.
And the virgin red roses grow
From the exotic garden of bosom
That waits for passionate fragrance.
The cerise shyness on those cheeks
melts the firewood of my passion
On the bed of pure pearls
When those two uncut diamonds in the dark night
luminescence my heart's mind
Millions of joy float around.
To make life joyful such poems are required. I loved the way you wrote it.
This is, indeed, a classic poem of absolute happiness......100 stars
Wow! On the bed of pure pearls.....millions of joy float around.
Such a beautiful poem, dear Asim ji. So much of joy and peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
SO soothing poem, Millions of joy float around.