She comes in the room through closed windows,
A flying fairy from eternal meadows,
From the milky way With crescent in eye brows.
An athlete of nature who very well knows.
Moves like a dancer and never disturbs,
Whatever may be bricks whatever may be curbs.
She comes with the stars in my restless nights,
She comes with the moon like a creeper of lights,
My dark bed room then shines with brights,
It waits all time for her rainbow sights.
Flying like a bird and swimming like mermaid,
A layer of joy in the room is laid.
When I'm sleepless when I increase my gloom
Until I sleep she remains in the room,
I go to the world of blessing and bloom,
The youth comes back and I find me a groom, ,
The cruel world when looks like a hell,
I listen to this pleasing sound of the bell.
From my deep inside she peeps out like a pet,
Through the windows of heart so red and wet,
I want to die all are ugly I met,
Animals are the men please call a vet,
And me! See my charms I am your hope,
Hold my hands and get up from the slope.
A heart touching beauty the flying fairy is needed by all.
How I wish if that fairy had come to everyone in despair! Yes, hope comes in many guise and pulls us from the valley of dejection! It is her magic touch the world needs in times of despondency and depression! A great write as usual Akhtarji!
A wonderful poem. Yes, hope keeps us alive and gives us wings to fly The cruel world when looks like a I listen to this pleasing sound of the bell. Great lines from a marvelous poem.
like jonne donne be my love...in fact we live in the world of hope evil or good..this is the earth lovely
See my charms I am your hope, Hold my hands and get up from the slope.........beautiful hope poem
in a fairy land all is possible in our world it would be impossible with out hope great
Hope never dies. hopes are the strength of life. Your poems are evolved from the soft corner of heart. Thank you so much Sir for sharing this beautiful write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, a lovely poem.If the fairies of Hope were not in Pandora's Box the world would have turned more painful.