When one stripes the stony rocks,
Beauty is unveiled through the cracks,
How soft is the stone hidden in frocks!
I see beauty in the feminine packs.
Nature is a woman with breasts and valleys
Beauty walks over drunk through the alleys.
Walk slowly and kiss it from the dreamy eyes
This blendamaid dislikes aggressive walks
Be blue and calm with stars like the skies
Eye to eye, heart to heart, the silent talks.
Looks so easy in a wet night, can dream and ink,
Not so easy, yet easy in love, I feel and I think!
A wonderful poem that captures the beauty and wonders of nature. Great imagery. Well crafted write.10]
O the cracks through which beauty appears. I'm swooning neath the stars. My comment is 400 yrears old. I have a time machine. I remember your goatee.
Great use of metaphor to explain the exquisite beauty of nature. Thanks a lot for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Akhtar, such an splendid poem.........................10+++++++++++++++