She Is Sleeping Poem by Akhtar Jawad
She Is Sleeping
Oh Moon! What made you starring!
At my old weak arms!
Why the moon light converged,
At my chest with its charms!
It's not you alone I see,
The stars are twiddling,
Did the diamonds forgot,
Their art of twinkling!
Why the clouds are static?
Are they in sleep?
And behind from them,
What on earth you peep?
Do you want to play?
A game on the earth!
Do the flowers whisper?
Her name on the earth!
Did the wind carry?
Her fragrance to sky!
Why the night bird on earth?
Why doesn't she fly?
With her head on the shoulders,
My child is sleeping,
Don't disturb her dreams,
And stop this beeping.
awesome write...My child is sleeping, Don't disturb her dreams, And stop this beeping....................
A beautiful song from the heart of the father to his sleeping daughter. Great write. I enjoyed it very much.
With her head on the shoulders, My child is sleeping, Don't disturb her dreams, And stop this beeping. The father with the sleeping child's head resting on his shoulders is enjoying a kind of bliss and is asking the elemental forces not to disturb its sweet sleep! Enjoyed!
beautiful write let her sleep my child is sleeping don't disturb her dreams and stop this beeping
Beautiful poem from loveable father for his beloved daughter, touching poem indeed, ..Fantastic lines... My child is sleeping, Don't disturb her dreams, And stop this beeping. Loved reading it.
So beautiful with amazing imagery and with great love and affecton for your sleeping child! Thank you so much for your lovely comments on my poems!
Moon makes me mad, so does the poem on moon.Loved this one very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Ah, spooky! this sweet lil flake of poesy floats around me as the white glazing fibers of an autumnal seed that chariots the message of the next generation. it is a reminder poem, as i have heard, known and liked some film songs of the same content in a south indian movie. a different dimension of treating nature is its attraction too. inviting and promising, both in imagination and passions' blend. i feel the silver night, cool long shadows of blooming tall trees, its seducing scent keeps the romantic hearts live and hopeful of emotional realizations immense. i am afraid, your words drag me compose more, but, my present practical life situations demands much more than what i can devote to them, though like not often to engage in such a complex domain. rgds and Allah Hafiz.