Flower Locked Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Flower Locked
You locked small ventilators,
You locked all the glass windows
and you locked even the thick wooden doors.
Neither will you let anybody in
Nor you'll let anyone go out,
I can't believe.
A soft and delicate green creeper
can spread so quickly all round.
So densely that the mosques,
the churches and the temples,
all were hidden in pink flowers.
Neither I heard any call for the prayers
nor I listened to the inviting bells.
I don't know where are the hells?
Pink Vine Messina! I am flower locked,
The chain of softness and delicacy
is mighty enough to confine me here,
fine sweetheart! Don't let me go anywhere.
Yes, they tend to do that and then you don't want to cut their beauty away.
O ho! Akhtar Sahab! This is such a delightful poem. The image of pink vine Messina is fabulous........10
You locked small ventilators, You locked all the glass windows and you locked even the thick wooden doors. Neither will you let anybody in Nor you'll let anyone go out, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pink Vine Messina! I am flower locked, The chain of softness and delicacy is mighty enough to confine me here, fine sweetheart! Don't let me go anywhere. - - - - - - Wow- -what a beautiful poem.
Beautiful! Definitely I too would enjoy being locked within a chamber with hanging flowers!
Profound as all your writes are. The power of beauty and love delineated wonderfully.
A vivid portrayal of the beauty and wonderful attributes of the flower Pink Vine Messina. Yes, we love to be confined with the beauty of nature.. Superbly penned.10++++++*
it's more like love locked sir lovely flowers where did u get them or who sent them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:54:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent SIR- my loving words purely penned- like to quote So densely that the mosques, the churches and the temples, all were hidden in pink flowers. Nether I heard any call for the prayers nor I listened to the inviting bells. //// great