From The Fallen Leaves Of Time.. Poem by M. Asim Nehal
From The Fallen Leaves Of Time..
I'm curious as to what happened to the lovely fragrance of love,
which was released by the crimson flower of life.
The memory icicles form in the interior dome of my mind
as I gather the shattered glass of the past.
Memory, in the shape of a scarecrow, stands in the center, drawing my attention away from my dreams.
As I walk past the closed doors of a hollow heart,
I smell the scent of love, as I gather the time's fallen leaves.
An excellent love poem with a beautiful title...very picturesque...many**************
Exquisite poetry filled with fragrance of love. Thank you so much dear Asim ji. Top marks + To my favourite
The scent of love is wafting and surrounding us all the time.Even the fallen leaves have a fragrance. We need to be in a state of acceptance of this fragrance.
Dr Nehal is really a master of poetic craft. Very exciting poetry. Unravelling the enigma of words
Just an attempt to align my chain of thoughts the best possible words, your encouraging comments motivate me to carry on...Thanks again.
Wow! And Wow! ! Asim, this is such an incredibly beautiful piece of writing. Mystical magnificence!
Thank u so much my friend Richard, I admire your poetic skills and those thought provoking series. Thanks again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 12:12:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love's fallen leaves remain ever-fragrant. Good work
Thanks much for liking.