I ask the every puff, and dancing leaf
And flower each, and glossily drop of dew
And hustling nightingale that takes relief
At song of joy is singing high with crew
And ask the bee for scatter honey drops
As foamy stars with touch of wing to fly,
I ask the lawn for yield the joy of crops
And ask for purpose to take joy to sky,
In single voice I get the answer right
The darkest horses run to shine the sun
And rocks fountain the bath for rose to bright
And owls which share the sight with each to fun,
That breeze with fragrance rich that speaks to lawn
The prophet last hath come to rise the dawn.
(BY: SHOWKAT AHMAD WANI)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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