As I pensively
the pictures scroll
Through the window
a chiseled doll
flickers the vision
of far off eyes
to my lonesome heart
lend soulful sighs
draw my senses
waft on clouds
amid the shades
and stifling shrouds
eyes silent speak
a riot is sent
as a rainbow too
is shyly bent
a lonely blade
on a barren dune
mute silent stands
in a rakish moon
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30th Sep,2k12
Islamabad.
what more i can say for this poem, it is one of your best creations.
superb.... I love the flow of thought in this piece... Pregnant words with highly imaginative background... The purpose of poetry here fulfills as it truly transports.... a lonely blade on a barren dune mute silent stands in a rakish moon.. I can feel the cold sensation o the dim light o moon.... A dejected soul standing alone with full moon overhead, vexed by some forlorn thoughts.. Sparkling piece of poetry
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I would like to translate this poem
it's a lovely moon poem about her raving charm. The full moon makes us lunatic and an eloquent poet like you can't help writing a poem like this one singing her beauty and charm. The last lines can be painted into a beautiful picture.