These days
Dreams make colors
As if some saint
Told me of memories
Sweet that they may groove in
How to bid farewell
To the love that is a haunt
Letting go
Is too old fashioned
Rise
Leave the music unsung
In between the lines
In half smiles
Just
Be not
Like on a winged horse
To heaven
The last look into the eyes
Of the beloved
May make your heart break
Just
Be not
23/1/2010
Islamabad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so special creation my respectful friend. thx for sharing