Looking Down From My Balcony Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Looking Down From My Balcony
As I sit on my bed
Golden orange sheets,
Made of silk, my head
Tilted, combing my hair,
The wind pushes the
Wooden door of the balcony
Slightly ajar bringing
In the melancholy tunes
Which you sing for me,
The ivory comb drops
To the marble floor
My white veil touching
The floor, rush to the
Door pushing it apart
With my pink hands
And enter the balcony,
The peacock dances
In the lush lawns,
Roses bloom, Nightingale
Sings and there I see
You my handsome Prince
Standing with arms folded
Over your broad chest
Looking up at me with
A smile as I look down
From my balcony
A sequel to the poem Balcony from poet Sadiqullah Khan
As enchanting as a fairy tale. May you both live happily ever after. Lovely work. Warm regards, Sandra
wow, very nice and decsriptive poem. i actually felt i was there watching it with you. well done.
The scene you depict in such lush detail might have come from a Bollywood movie. You take the reader to a far-away land where the air is filled with the scent of sandalwood and the eye, dazzled by a confusion of sumptuous colour. A romantic poem from a romantic heart. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Very romantic. Got me straight to the heart. Reshma. Keep writing more like this.
wow, romantic staff, i really like the code of your poem...it goes deep in the heart...and hey be careful, i might just fall for your poem..hahahah! ! ! ! ! ! ! just joking....but great poem straight 10 from me
So romantic..I could imagine such loving look from that prince's eyes!
very nice imaginary, romantice and so sweet.... Like it very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/8/2025 12:05:07 PM # 1.0.0
how romantically you weave a scene.....very moving.