Standing By Poem by AFFAQ NABI

In the morning time; I heard a melodic Cuckoo cry,
Then I galanced towards the glorious sky.
The flower was shedding wine from his trembling eye,
For awhile my wits fell into that florian smile.
Then I heard a slow voice, it was a hermit cry:
With title 'that breeze is bringing forth graces for free supply'

Lttle child! ! open your drowsy
eye and reply
To the bird call: that all this charm will fly-by-night,
The flowers standing in line
at enchanting site filled
My heart with essence of delight,
I m glad I lived beside them over an hour,
What fine arts will you compare a rose flower?
Try hand at, the more close you are with flower
You're going to feel yourself, like after a cold shower.....