Musfiq us shaleheen
Musfiq us shaleheen Poems
The Lost Spring
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 ...
The Empty Day
Summer comes, Spring goes!
'O' the empty day shows
How A thirsty crow
Wants water to borrow!
Anybody never calls hello!
The wind of banners blow-
Ah! ! She is always in my mind's flow-
How the melancholy river is singing solo! !