An immortal youth, a lovely mate,
What else one can get from the fate?
A pleasant night, a romantic day,
Still sad and restless is a doll of clay
Finds incomplete her final completion,
Blended is the joy of her destination!
What else she wants in this lovely paradise
Not on earth but here she regrets her demise,
At a place of light in her hands I see a lantern
Who is she with such a painful concern?
A loving mother!Looking for her lost children!
A grandmother crying for her grandchildren! !
In fact not a wife just a slave girl,Though white hairs have the same curl,For my hairs I don’t want any color,I’m afraid I’ll become a source of terror,Let me live like the ugly old women,Or one who can’t lay eggs, a tired hen,You’ll not enjoy my breaths and my kiss,Look at my tears I’m…
colors you have scattered here,I shall color it and send it to you,could you stripe and stand before a mirror,your colors are infinite,one day could you color yourself as I want to see you,for me,for a day only,naughty and teasing unkind, ruthless egoist,still I love you sweetheart!
In the verandah adjacent to my roomThrough the glasses I want to see,How you sing and how you danceHow you sleep and how you romance.Too hot noon not a night of moonWhy alone, where’s your spouse?Out in search of food and water!Grains, water, shelter all in my house.Blossom here like a flower of cherryCall your…
The absolute majority of the worldconsists of Christians and Muslimsand both believe Bible as a holy and heavenly book.It’s a matter of human sentiments.Atheism may be wrong or right,but it, too, believes in an ethics and a discipline,and it, too, believes that a human heart is precious.When an atheist,uses abusive language against such books,he hurts…
what else I can say,is lovely and bright!For me it’s lovely and bright,Our shadows on curtains,Okay I off the light,Now nothing it sustains.For me the cold is exciting,but you are still shivering,hot arms are inviting,try you will find it fevering.For me is the winter,be a little more crazing,it’s a night of December,its charms are amazing.For…
Like a dry leaf with a pale faded face,No glory of the past, or shine or glace,I still sense waves I still reflect light,I’m still hanging on with all my might.The amorous branches that swing with joy,Stretched carefree like arms of a boy,To the singing, dancing maid of rains,Breaking the taboos and smashing the refrains,The…
