The night passed with eyes wide opened
by looking at the moon passing through clouds
time bubbles busted one by one as
I desperately looked here and there
and time was crawling as if defeated by a tortoise
My wait was dashing like cheetah chasing deer
Night slowly passed, the moon also subsided
Sun was waiting to charge in and
The twinkling hopes were just about to crash
Eyes glittered back like diamonds
and my ages wait was over
she appeared from the mist
With fluffy fur and beaming smile
She apologise for coming late
and the reason she said was amusing
The angles were taking beauty tips
and this went for the whole night.
I agree with Nosheen. Waiting for the one we love has a charm of its own, too painful yet too pleasing.. And in the end when the beloved arrives, all the waiting is paid off to perfection. A romantic offering Asim. Thanks for sharing :)
Waiting for beloved has a charm of its own. Though moments are agonizing but once the beloved appears, it seems worth the agony. You have used some very rich imagery to describe a night of wait that was fulfilled at dawn n the innocence of the beloved made all the pain go away.10
It is easy to let impatience draw the wrong conclusions. I'm glad it all worked out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With Joy in the arms of your lover. Thanks for sharing.