Marvel of youth

Dimple of your face, where 

are your child's days?

Those youthful years, that name, fate and the fame.

Ooh! life's nears and dears, all may have away gone.

Where is your Barbie doll? Ah, 

that little swimming pool.

And Swan pair they used to sit in meditation on 

The water's melodic tune, was it an Illusion?

To the eye, or just a misunderstanding? 

Where is the bird of prey? the wolves and 

Tigers seeking to drive their 

thirst away, 

Where is your bamboo flute? Lamb on the leaping 

Pasture, the night flight, glaring eyes waste away,

See behind that trackless path.

the wind blows

Quite fast, we can't never conceal behind 

As "How to live your life" is well defined.

Where is your marvel of youth? 

the fever of those

Flaming eyes, Oops, how wonder 

If you had 

Strived to live for the holy truth, or maintained ties.

Where is the splendid Sun? 

Regent of heaven.

Where is the dearie moon? pointing constant 

Path to the night's lonely traveller trapped by Typhoon. 

Where is sweet fragrance of 

Rosa flos? ah, 

The coquetry of Nachtigall and his love poem.

Dimple of your face, where are your child's days? 

Was it not--- just a walking dream and quite tame, 

The eye is tearful and mind reacts mild disdain.

---Poet Affaq