Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

From the din, and disdain of  my own city, Methinks I' have become so dull and the silly-  Ah! beyond the shades of this fine and tall alpine,  May there be, my small and sweet home- Where the  day is thankful to the sunshine,  And the night is peace, love and tranquil, Where gulah is singing with floral in shades of pine,  And dews are shining on leaves of grass,  Where oriental air is playing a music fine,  And Moon is upon her emas throne-  Where champak buds are producing a sweet wine,  O, coquetry sparrows,  be your songs a peace to my soul... Ah! precious juiced flowers on shores of fairest stream,  Give me a living dream- Give me a  lively dream- A place where sovereignty be slave to Almighty- My yearning! come to live with me-  O! stars above governing our conditions,  Fill well my angelic dream-  Be your smile a shine to my eyes, and savor of joy ©Poet Affaq Naibe

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A doctor from the landscape of Elim trees   People say, all caps he wore were flat shape, The little chamber he hold was on a lease, From the leafs of elim he found many remedies, And bestowed to locals free of cost, with water, Of sea of Lot, his art glowed, by day by night,  And taught his art of healing to his gifted daughter, She was in relationship with a brave knight, And was in charge of his block  of nyctalopia, In backyard of his kitchen he growed birch, Plants, along side of elim, and was sending to Sofia, For testing, in his last trip to Norge he lost his breath in a remote  Beach and the fishermen who walked upon the beach  Stoled his ring, that was a key to his magic of healing...... ©Affaq Naibe

Ah night so bright you stayed with the poet For she this rhyme is penned, her green eyes  Shine as bright as like this luna of the night. Shall find her sweet name; between these lines,  Stay the night! let my rhyme damn tonight-- These shrines, led to astray femme like her,  Telling them extreme lies, far beyond the realties. All things are invented; underwear they sell liquor. Check air in your tire,  Babe! they play the bloody deeds. With unwise femmes; walking throu muddy fields,  Terrified and thirsty as like the honey bees.  One string's another into the jeleausy's fire  Poppy needs clean water; that such fields--- Can't release, Irony is; the young Babe!  Has zealous desire, and making a moan With her Mum! to let her visit such feasts,  Ah! night, so bright you stayed with the Poet,  And this rhyme, revealed damned trators  furious fire--- ©Affaq Naibe