I hear the duet to my song
Echoes are heard to those
Whom love has bitten hard
Flute and rebeck of the last night
Spring could never be as fragrant
In this fluorescent lit night
I hung the stars on the wall
I slept on the moon to muse
Happy dreams when the wings
Of fairy you fold eyes closed
I must have of tales of love learned
Of fairies I saw you dreaming
My eyes would pick every drop
Of fragrance you have stolen of nature
One hope has been constantly a haunt
Be it you or the idea of having you
My courage would melt like mercury
Like gold would it form your shapes
Islamabad
8/3/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hung the stars on the wall I slept on the moon to muse wowwwwww beautiful wordssssssss pearls your dropppppppppp--- always the best--a great inspiration for me -10 anjali to my fav. list too