Our tale is of an incomplete verse,
a thought looming in head
a ghost in a deserted mansion,
a shade of a novel fraction of light.
Our tale is that of a dream of a drunkard
a gallery of strange distorted visions
we are notes of an unwritten symphony
our tale is nevertheless a tale of hearts
retracing the steps drawn in frenzy
our tale is that of an incomplete verse
of ghosts humming in company.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Muhammad Ameer. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.