When your tears flow on my cheek,
Wet and salty, they grow
Fond of your skin so warm, our love
Like the smell of incense
Spreads from house to house in the wind,
Like the song of our passion,
My name you have written in every line,
Our love penned in gold
When you hold my hand for your lips
To kiss, I hold yours to my
Eyes and my heart for you to feel the cries
The blood laced sword you place
At my feet, Oh! Conqueror of the world,
I will place in your hands,
The sword will turn into a rose red so deep and
Then it will turn into a dove
Which flies away as we watch hand in hand
In sequel to poem cruel glance by poet Sadiqullah Khan
(Thank you Sadiq for bringing out this is in me)
A lovely and touching poem i would say, eloquently expressed - in your own unique way! splendid read reshma! *10plus*! Friend Thad
You enjoy seeing others 'smouldering' by your love, , , I saw a dream last night, ,10++
enjoyed your thoughts.....got to see what sadiq had written!
yes seema you should he is one of the most talented person i have ever met
A very warm sweet love story. Well done! Keep writing and sharing. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn
Hi Reshma, after reading the other comments on this poem I feel like a voyeur looking in on a mutual admiration society, the piece was 'Shakespearean', but I found it rather passionless, a speech of acquiescence and measured metre.I think the dove was inner spirit leaving.
Thank you for bringing this quality write to my attention, Reshma, A true reading experance.
Then it will turn into a dove Which flies away as we watch hand in hand
Hats off to your imagination....A sword becoming a red rose and then into a dove...it is terrific..........as beautiful as u are..........10000000000000
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sequels are like acts in a Shakeperean play, , , , timeless conversations in poetry, , , deeply emotional, , Reshma you are truly talented, ,10 and much much more from me, , loved reading it, ,