She is near to the heart
Yet far from sight
She has been present yet unseen
If I touch, she merges with me
If I touch, she blushes
Even after drinking the thirst is still
And she is like it
She is the symbol of the silence
She appears when I am in deep sleep
In my awaken state she is far
Is she the thought of a poet?
Or the colour of a painter?
Or the passion of a lover
And she smiles without any reason
And when I try to find the purpose
She makes me cry
She is the acting of an actor
And she flies by becoming butterflies
And she takes eagles' flight
She is beyond anybody's imagination
Yet she is there somewhere around us.
She is poet's imagination that is modified in a such a beautiful poem.
And she is our darling life, love and death. Great write again.
Is she the thought of a poet? Or the colour of a painter? Or the passion of a lover And she smiles without any reason She is your imagination, you can mould her into anything. You can make her cry laugh. she is the love of your life. She is the soul of a poet. Lovely lovely poem Asim...10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True love! But, she's far from sight. Nice piece of work.