I know someone who never knew me,
I know when she goes to bed,
And when she awakens in the morning,
I know how she stands before a mirror,
How she dresses her hair with a comb,
I see her when she is swimming in a pool,
I listen to her when she is singing on piano,
I know what her favorite dishes are,
I know her favorite colors and designs,
I know where she lives and dwells,
The flowers she likes,
The weather she enjoys,
I know many more things about,
How can I tell you all that?
You will let her know and she will be cross,
If she doesn’t come in the poet’s dreams,
The poet will lose all his worth,
The inspirational wealth,
Let me imagine that beauty alone,
Have a look at her in the poems I write.
A palatable poem I like most. Nicely composed. Enjoyed. ....10
If she doesn’t come in the poet’s dreams, The poet will lose all his worth, The inspirational wealth, Yes, unless the poet has close association with Imagination, he cannot fare as a poet! I must say that you have lots of it! Enjoyed the poem
You are keep us all in suspense. She in your poem is blessed with bountiful beauty that hold someone closer to your poems. Really enjoyed the beautiful poem and its flow of words. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this, Akhtar...The poem you posted before that I am assuming may ne in your native tongue...Was that Kasmiri? I'm not too familiar with linguistics outside of, English, Italian, Latin and Gaelic....Good work here! ~FjR~
I write poems in Urdu, my previous Urdu poem is not about Kashmir or Kashmiri.