The sun is beginning to show his face
A subtle lifting of the curtains still tentative
Still timorous and uncertain in advances
Our eyes meet through the silent space
Where words are trying to shape a confession
The cold wind is not going away
its stabs come sharply more prying as an intruder
Reading the script of smiles and eyelocks
The meek sun once again tried his foreplay
But today wind won't let the sun have his way
It's adamant to not lose so easily its game
While I want you to win in my embrace.
Superb poem with fantastic feel. I quote 'Reading the script of smiles and eye-locks The meek sun once again tried his foreplay'
You use such supern imagery in your poems Nosheen, they are always a delight to read.
Nosheen, you have done Dr. Akhtar proud. An amazingly beautiful poem!
An enchanting and magnificent piece. Poetic writing at its best!
Sentiments and ambience so intimately and poetically expressed, We follow and are absorbed with great interest for the poem becomes alive being so well written, An enchanting and magnnt
Magnificent stream of images that accentuate the beauty of the wintry morns. Lovely, lovely. Nature at its best. Captivating poetry. I want to give a score of 1000, but ph allows just 5*s.
An amazingly beautiful poem! Let me quote-Reading the script of smiles and eyelocks The meek sun once again tried his foreplay But today wind won't let the sun have his way It's adamant to not lose so easily its game While I want you to win in my embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"Our eyes meet through the silent space Where words are trying to shape a confession" I especially like these lines!