Let the empty bottle rest in the shelf,
Do not think it has no more wine,
It's a bottle that gave ecstasy of love,
It's still colorful, it hasn't lost shine.
It's still a source of ecstasy and beauty,
It still holds odors, not empty at all!
See the spectrum when light falls on it,
It's there on the screen of jet white wall.
In a new flavor it's the same old wine,
Though renamed as poetry, still ecstatic,
Come close a little, and watch its magic,
Throw some light on it, it's still magnetic.
Go on loving, it will never be empty,
Sweethearts! Remain a source of light,
It will create many more new rainbows,
With more refilling it will be more bright.
A beautiful poem, no doubt a fresh rainbow...............................................
Excellent write from your poetic pen. A beautiful message of love in a creative way.10
Very few in this world have the courage to compare a poet and the poem with the bottle of wine. You did justice with both. A perfect 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is one of the most beautiful of your recent poems, Akhtar ji! I love this new brand of wine! Yes it can delight and equally excite us!