The Game Of Pleasure Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
The Game Of Pleasure
In the forests of only cuckoos and flowers;
In the fields of only crops;
In the sky of only the full grown moon
And the luster of its silent beauty;
In the water onnly the chital fishes swim;
My heart plays there of Spring festival.
My heart, like moonlight, plays the game of pleasure
Moving around all the beauties of the universe.
My heart plays there the game of Spring festival.- -A lovely poem.Thanks for sharing.
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I would like to translate this poem
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Your celebration is not cut off from people who celebrate festivals in city streets. You are with those communal celebrations in spirit. Whenever a receptive soul vibrates to the life-giving energies of Mother Nature, that is a festive occasion. The moon provides the illumination.
Very thoughtful comment. Thanks, dear poet.