The exhilaration was nothing,
But the ephemeral wine of the night.
The night's struggle ended, with
The figurative expression in abstract.
The eyes would gaze into it, sans
Your figure and be lost in the fragrance.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
January 18,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lost in the fragrance. good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.