What a poet is Howard Simon!
when he writes a poem on smile,
my lips start dancing,
and I say to myself once more romancing,
when he writes a poem on tears,
I start recollecting my lost years,
my eyes down pour the shining pearls.
When he writes a poem on love,
the old man starts looking at the girls.
A magician is he makes me juvenile.
His poems move
and with his poems
my heart, my body, my soul
all move like light straws,
and I find myself in his poetic claws,
like a bird who is so much used to a cage,
that doors though open,
she never flies back to her nest.
Here she gets love, peace and rest.
Poems of Howard Simon are the mental foods,
delicious, hygienic and cooked nicely.
With his poems I cry,
with his poem I smile.
What a poet is Howard Simon!
Howard Simon is indeed a brilliant poet. I have read some of his poems. He is able to connect with the reader on an emotional level. One of your better tributes, dear Akhtar Sahib.
A beautiful tribute to an outstanding poet and a good soul. Very well done!
Verily, Howard Simon is a great poet. His poems wake up the sleeping spirit in the reader.A fine tribute indeed
Howard Simon is definitely a nice poet of greatness who makes smile and feel well to many readers. This poem is a nice tribute to him and wonderful poetic gift. His poems touches the heart and soul. Interesting poem composed an shared in his memory. Fantastic.10
A motivational poet. It is so nice that we all can appreciate the gifts of each other
We need to have passionate explorers around to know about the galaxies and stars which we otherwise miss due to our limited knowledge. Akhtar Jawad Sahab is one such explorer who is doing exactly the same. His poem on Howard Simon is not only a tribute to the poet but is also like a foreword to the poetry of an outstanding poet. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Howard Simon is indeed a great poet which makes the reader empathize with what he feels. His poems move / and with his poems / my heart, my body, my soul / all move like light straws, and I find myself in his poetic claws,