Yasmeen Khan Poems
|121.||A Chocolate Dream||9/13/2013|
|122.||Stones Have Hearts||1/24/2014|
|123.||The Rain At Night||8/14/2013|
|125.||...A Tear Rolls Down My Cheek||6/2/2013|
|126.||The Story Of A Bud||10/6/2013|
|127.||The Gypsy Girl (La Esmeralda)||4/30/2013|
|128.||The Bare Tree||11/17/2013|
|129.||The Hills Are Alive!||7/7/2013|
The Hills Are Alive!
Swooping on gradients and hairpin bends
When the sun sinks and softly descends
At a mellow pace in Heaven's wide arch
A thousand pines in the clouds' arms
Swing and sway in welcome mists,
On glorious crests bend and twist.
Winds sing sweetly, airs are benign
And the city looks dreamy and shines
Like a starry plane far beneath me
As I look down the scary lee.
Soaring upwards in the mellow blush of day
A spot sparkles in the foggy dark and stays
Glowing on the lush peaks illumining grays.
Savory aromas float on the evening breeze
With melodies ...
Daintily swaying on cool waters
Of a deep lake cool and broader,
Through veils of morning rises to the surface,
Dusk falls but it never submerges.
Bluish hues, a reflection of the sky,
Smiles the lily, soothing the heart and eyes,
Edges blue, smoothly changing to the heart
Sacred tints, loved by deities of times apart!