So close is the time of a peaceful sleep,
A new white dress,
The smell of camphor,
A dark corner,
Whereat one cannot move,
Although too dark,
Still he sees,
He can listen to,
He can sleep and dream,
Being romantic by nature,
What else he can dream?
A fairy is it,
Like Florence Nightingale,
A lamp in her hand,
The prisoner needed her,
She came to heal,
The wounds of heart,
Injured in a war of love,
The war that is still on,
But a soldier of love,
Is now a prisoner!
How long in prison,
Till the day of judgment,
When hate will surrender,
With no conditions,
And the victorious king of love,
Will decorate the prisoner,
With eternal medal,
Not worried for the medal,
Loneliness is the fear,
He asks the fairy,
Your beauty! Your sweetness!
Can’t you remain with me?
Till the day of judgment.
Yes, she said.
He slept peacefully,
With tears in her eyes,
She moved to the next prisoner.
This is an excellent write, Akhtar ji! If there is company, even the most abominable prison cells will be brighter! Loneliness is man's most detested enemy! Enjoyed reading this highly fanciful write! A 10
Excellent one. Groovy collocation. An stunning poem I like most. Thanks for sharing......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a multi dimension poem conveying messages. Added to my poem list.