I looked at the distant galaxies,
I looked at the distant suns and the stars,
I looked at my own sun and its planets,
I looked at this wonderful earth,
I looked at the birds and the beasts,
I looked at the greenery and colourful flowers,
I looked at the mountains and the rivers,
I looked at the fields and the forests,
Everywhere I looked for a magic.
The world is either an accident or a product loss!
Nowhere I found it!
Perhaps it's in me,
I lit the bulb of my bed room,
stood before a mirror,
I couldn't trace any magic in me.
She awoke, "What are doing there in these odd hours?
I am here."
The dawn came with the same universe.
There was a magic of pinkness in it,
all that appeared a failed attempt of magic to me,
hypnotised me
and made me ecstatic in love of the magician.
A heart-warming poem with an uplifting ending to a new dawn of magic!
A never ending search for magic A deep analysis on life and the world that has given us so many wonders of existence. Yes, humanity cannot fathom where these come from. Humanity keeps on changing yet Nature stays the same.
Magic in one color is a gateway to magic in many colors. Pinkness ushers us into a theater of elemental energy, : from that experience, we know ourselves to be part of Nature... we know ourselves to be on a stairway of understanding.
An impression of a connectivity between love and magic. Thanks for sharing.!
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Undoubtedly, Akhtar Sahab, there is magic in all manifestations of nature. And i can trace magic in your poem as well. Superb Pink Magic.........10
Maybe magic comes from that Man Above who rules the universe. Another poem of great depth uniquely conceived and crafted by a unique mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that day the same that night the same I'm the same man dawn to dust overall the night I look far, far away before and behind right to left up to down the same flowing, floating again I turn back into me the same time devours something old and vomits something new on the same way but in the new infrastructure this I'm maybe to the power of black hole for the new one unknown to known, known to unknown magical norm
A beautiful poetic comment! Thanks my friend.