One,
Sometimes so hysterical and obstinate
that I leave someone alone in the room
and come in the adjacent room
where my personal computer
invites me to write a poem.
But what should I write?
The story of my life,
a story of all the seasons,
pleasant winds of the early springs
colorful flowers of the late springs
moon lit nights of the summer
showers of the rains, no sun, no moon,
but the one,
always with me.
Firmly standing as a brave tree in autumn!
Now it's winter,
And I have left one alone in the room!
I listen to one's coughing.
Leaving this poem incomplete
I am going to one to share the winter
I think one needs a glass of water.
well if I didn't know any better that one coughing was me ha ha nice poem
You left me coughing there! Looking forward to share winter with you. For sure the one is more important than the poem, Thank you sir for the reminder.
A good soul can never forget such a brave supportive tree at all...and you are a good soul..I amaze at your poetic skill Akhtar....kudos
Lovely.........! I savor the taste of sweet marital bliss here, also feel your loving consideration for the great 'tree' (rooted firmly in your life, giving you shade and shelter! (10)
A one of a kind piece beautifully and uniquely crafted. Lovingly penned for someone who needs a glass of water. Loved the last part.10
A sweet poem......showers of the rains, no sun, no moon, but the one, always with me......Loved reading it....10
This the poet did.Interesting write.A nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this approach dear poet.