You had The Spirit through your eyes
Holding arm stepping down slow
Amongst the autumn struck cypresses
The self like aloe wood burning to amber
Hope was a light in the dark though
Of the hundred yards in square
Break open the cage of hope
The silence of the ocean over the roar
A dropp comes down with lighting and thunder
Unspoken word is an encircling revolution
Nowhere is located the throne of fear
Leaving the shadows of clouds a pain
The painter of life feared the demise
For love and fame his personification
Wise to know where flows the life
Standing in front of that immense beauty
Yours was not the dream to nurture
Soul in different shapes of same nature
Loosen not the knot of the intellect
Discourse is not with Shams or Keats
Love and fame shall survive all other
Lessen the fame then the rest is sweet honey
Islamabad
19/2/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem...imaginative romantic mix...10