Like a river she was drifting in full moon night
In the midst of the snow of the
Persian winters .
Lost in her
thoughts while caressing her scars
In the world she built of dreams and desires .
Glued to her own tales of
Love and Longing,
Of broken families and un kept promises
Little by little disrobing her feelings
She bared herself in the warmth of a stranger.
He held her tight in the arms of his thoughts
As he had never seen a soul so pure
Hooked to her beauty shining with her inner light
In her tender embrace , he found his happiness .
1 comment:
hmm...hamesha sochna parta hai..k kin words ka chunao kron jo tumhary poems k kabil hun.bohut mushkil hai bae...
well well...it is mazydar...and thru this poem u r looking like intellectual nomad of persian desert.
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