To The Breeze Poem by Nosheen Irfan
To The Breeze
Sing me a song
my spirits are low
Through the rustling trees,
speak to me
Let a soothing murmur
float through the vacuum
to reach me
O' breeze
Don't be fickle
Come, I need you
The sun burns a glaring red
The parched land gasps
The golden grass moans
A little of your touch
can heal the soul.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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Aye hawa mere sang sang chal, mere dil main hui hulchul... This is the song that came into my mind Nosheen. Beautiful poem.10
Thanku aarzoo. Its so hot n humid these days that i literally crave for breeze.
Perfect! I love it. I feel exactly the same way about the breeze. A 10
A magnificent ode to breeze! Loved the way you have composed this little piece of poetry!
This little piece is a song that is the breeze that rustles the mind's foliage. Thanks for sharing.
A little of your touch! ! Thanks for sharing this lovely poem with us.
A LITTLE OF YOUR TOUCH CAN HEAL THE SOUL: you link the worldly with the spiritual, but in an understated manner I find very persuasive. It's not in the coded language of the SUFI poets but your poem has that larger dimension. The intimacy between you and the breeze shows that connection between us humans and Nature, we are DEEPLY INTERFUSED in Nature as Wordsworth put it. Even the extreme heat of summer responds to us with a refreshing breeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Awesome request......10+++++ Hawaon pe likhkar ye paigha aaya hai aaj kisi ka dur se salam aaya hai Kyun ruk gayi hai hawa, zara zor se chal Hamari Nosheenji ka aaj tere liye farmaan aaya hai....
Awww. Thanku for lovely Urdu lines. Awesome.