The rose prides itself upon beauty
Unaware of the thorns
The eagle spreads its wings
Unaware of the storm
The tree sprawls its branches
Unaware of the fall
The tiger devours its prey
Unaware of the hunter's aim
Man lives in vice
Unaware of God's wrath
How happy is the heart
Ignorant of its faults
What bliss resides in fields
Ignorant of the drought
How haughty is the youth
That believes in eternal beauty
How foolish is the love
That is born in spring.
Nosheen Irfan © 2015
All Rights Reserved
So simple yes so profound. Well done my friend!
Really Lovelt Kudos and Top Marks
This is incredibly brilliant......thank u....
This is a good platform to fine-tune your skills. I believe you will grow leaps and bounds. Your invaluable poetry will be immortal. Write a very good poem atleast in a week. Best of luck! Merry Chritmas to you!
I appreciate the first two prudent lines. Spend your time in your institution, in family, for your academic assignments, lesson plans, and with kids but make a point to find at least one hour for poetry. A great poet believes in meticulous planning, sincerity, dedication and perseverance (cont...)
I think it is a poem of mood! ! Like an abstract piece of art, or may be I am wrong... ... what if the love of spring can survive up to another spring!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
How foolish is the love That is born in spring But we cannot ignore its charms.
No doubt. Its charms are undeniable.