The Lost Spring Poem by Musfiq us shaleheen

The Lost Spring

Rating: 4.8

This day you left me
And spring lost its flower forever
At early spring, young called never
Again in a low silent day,
I heard the crisping of a lost grasshopper

In a black and white glow dream
Far away from the silky moon sprung
There birds feathers were oping with high delicate
Though Pale petals were losing their pixel with pleasant
But the high divine melody colored the deep purple

Then another high spring fallen to light purple
Yellow flowers bloom on her pale face again
At Night mild murmur cools the heart of the passionate
And the Sunflower rises on the first shines of sun
Melts with a dream after a long winter washed

Musfiq us shaleheen,12th February,2014

The Lost Spring..............................
Valsa George 14 February 2014

This day you left me And spring lost its flower forever The poem opens on a note of sadness.... but it ends with a touch of hope and 'flowers once again blooming on her pale face'! ! Enjoyed reading it! !

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Patricia Grantham 15 February 2014

A beautiful poem written just in time for Valentines Day. Your expressions of love is great in this write. Love compared to flowers that will soon again bloom in freshness and renewed.Very sweet poem.

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Sayeed Abubakar 14 February 2014

Nice imagery. You have a true poetic genius.

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Sallam Yassin 14 February 2014

sweet and elegant piece of art Bhai

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Hazel Durham 16 February 2014

I'm lost for words, I love this work of supreme beauty, so delicate with lines that leave a trail of the comfort of hope! Thank you so much for sharing.

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A B Faniki 09 August 2019

Intresting piece. Things can loss their glow when things we desire flee. Thanks for shating

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Abhimanyu Kumar.s 21 November 2017

Sad to hear that but lost is lost find autumn

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Howard Savage 31 January 2016

eu the spring you'll lost the beginning. Great metaphor.

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Bharati Nayak 19 September 2015

The poem is really mesmerising! !

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Daniel Brick 25 July 2014

This poem is a lovely evocation of the spring season, both for its beauty and for its memories. You use of colors is remarkable - I especially like the purple - it makes spring not only a riot of growing things but also an explosion of colors after the dullness of winter. You wrote of your appreciation of my spring poem and now I can express my appreciation of yours. We may live thousands of miles apart but poetry and spring create a unity in our two minds.

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Musfiq us shaleheen

Musfiq us shaleheen

Khulna, Bangladesh
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