When I visited Gulmarg
'twas years decades ago
it snowed so suddenly
from where came the snow
a short while sun was aglow
the clouds came
as if kids were playing hide and seek
the clouds were now dense
it did not rain
but
in a moment all Gulmarg valley
waslike a bowl of ice cream
white cotton flakes of snow
and
you will be happy to know
you were not even born
snowing stopped suddenly
and
we all once again ran
played with the soft cotton
O poet man
we loved the col sun
but then it said
goodbye
we did not know where to go
so we drove back
that's when in thedrizzling rain
our vehicle went down the river's drain
on the highway
I was like a small snake slain
remained under coma for few moments
now I realize
I had to come alive
as one day I wanted to read
lovely creative poetry
from
BULBUL you
of Gulmarg
who ever that knew
Can life be do plain That I was slain But God never misses The integral I always need Left the breath within me Until I meet the holy tree Planted in the garden of Eden Housing millions of souls again So that I too can see My bulbul perched with all hope To sing the melody deep inside Mesmerizing every soul that understand me. Beautiful poem expressing every feel. Admirations and appreciations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
BUL BUL WHERE RU ANONY LIKE PP ME A very beautiful vision in the distant horizon I see as you are narrating your love engraved poetry neither the stars will be thee nor will I be as a shining Moon yet our true love through out the wilderness will stare where will you be I, where yet the moon in you and sun in me