Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Edhe's Daughter! A halfwit, I was made to fall asleep on the hillside. When the wind was chilly and the weather was murky. In my unconsciousness, my hands have been tied. I couldn't give a cry, see, smell, or even hear. And I was made to drink an unsweetened fruit. A savage entered my orchard,  and stole my chameli. Then stole the show and my dear keyed flute. My mouth was sealed off, and I was hesitant to fight back again. It's such a melancholy that struck me deeply. No more smiling; no more time to play with the moon,  From all the worries of the world, I'm now completely clean. It was a long night's journey, dame silly, eh, chamali. © Affaq

Evening of sorrow  And she met me when I was far away, so she wept in such a way,  It seemed like someone who met after a long century. I myself felt strongly like a rain in my eyes, methinks. Some hidden dreams broke through her past energy,  Or like someone came and then took her bouquet away. On an evening of sorrow near the end of the journey,  A grief broke up, and a hunter halted his bow to shoot  The sparrow—maybe he remembered his own infants On an evening of sorrow, a flower bud sprung up  Frost came to confront it, the rising bud unable to view  Those heaven-circling pearls  from his infant Eye, on an evening of sorrow, a lonely cloud scattered  Rigorously before touching the enriching hills On an evening of sorrow near the end of journey. © Affaq

Every candle burned out, and the stars slept late in splendour. Sceneries disappearing early revealed the jolliness,  Winds flying to great heights played the violins of his greatness. The clouds napped in ditches. of the hills,  The groves are still, and the rills are mute. Every candle burns out slowly and slowly,  And the sweet night departs sincerely,  Where are you? Give a voice, dearest joy,  When in the solitude, my spirit annoys © Poet Affaq