I still remember her
Who doesn't smile just through lips but with her soul
And who decorates all the directions even when she huddles inwards
She's like a flower, moon and moon light shining in the night.
Whose fragrance still twinkles in my breath
She is like poetry of a poet from head till toe.
The one, who hums in my voice as a poem.
Her feet rise with a pause, goblets spill with her walk
Whichever path she passes the view shines for long
She spreads the magic of her beauty in every season.
Nobody knows whose life she's now.
Will she still be a flower in the garden or a garden herself.
She still remains within me as a memory which is exceptional.
I still remember her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely recollection of memories........thanks for your earnest views! ........