It was not love
The spring went and it went too
Like the rose it wilted too soon
It was not love
For it was born from whimsical fire
The stray wind gave it wings
The waning moon gave it light
It was not love
It was like the wine
An elixir for the lips
Poison for the soul
The night went and it went too
Lost in the creases of coverlet
Diminished by the yellow window pane
It was not love.
'An elixir for the lips' It was not love but merely infatuation. Well written
It was not love It was like the wine An elixir for the lips Poison for the soul.........
Swimming in a sea of sadness yet sweeter than sugar is this poem. Only Nosheen could pen something so sad and yet so sweet. Wow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's really painful. Creeping in the guise of sublime love, when something vicious and wily benumbs our sensibilities and takes over our existence. Feelings expressed beautifully. Thanks. An elixir for the lips / Poison for the soul /....It was not love / It cuffed our hands / It clipped our feathers / It made us cry.