As the morning bells rang
And the moon slunk in the horizon
And the candles melted in our eyes
while we sat close to each other this night
holding each other's hand and peeping into the eyes
This big universe looked so small and within our reach
And now when I decided to write about my feelings of the night
I realized, that the golden sun rays and the flowing southern wind
Is already writing on each bud and flower our story of the night.
Yes written every where now, I realized, that the golden sun rays and the flowing southern wind Is already writing on each bud and flower our story of the night.
A poetic gem! Each and every stanza stands out showing the beauty of nature and love. To my Poem List.
Yes, the story of night is written in its natural way...a fabulous poem Dr Nehal....loved it
Love makes all things possible and the wind writes loves story on all things.
The last line was the most beautiful line that you have written so far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not just one night but the whole life's story nicely summed up.5 Stars