She slipped for a stride
A wake up call echoed
Her eyes glided through Dal Lake
And rested over those trees
The island was just a dream
She could feel the water
The rushing old waves of shikara
Turning into a chinar dream
The love those leaves fluttered
The angelic spring cried
The rusty leaves crushed
A lovers autumn instead
The daylight listed in glory
And the nights struggled to live
The silent tears of valor
The endless promise within
So many fights were fought
And the reconciliations whispered throughout
The sudden gusts of wind
And the talking trees in delight
I remember the flooded island
The helpless might drowned
Every memory collapsed in
Under the broken esteem
So it is gloom, they say
The trees, they seldom talk
the whisperings have stopped
Dawning into a silenced glory
Maybe the lost can rejuvenate
Reversed back in shady desire
Like the once boulevard dream
Circling back to chaar chinar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Birjais. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.