Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Вот!  Это событие последнего дождливого лета.  Я начал идти, когда солнце было еще позади.  Кипарисовый ручей, тень шла вдоль меня,  Но я не мог прикоснуться к ней;  она была как бы закреплена.  Мой дух раздулся, как будто вся красота была вокруг меня,  Тень снова появилась на полпути и улыбнулась.  Хотя для меня это было похоже на проводника внутри меня.  Я был один, и тень была похожа на дитя луны.  В какой-то момент он ушел далеко в пшеничное поле.  И танцевала с колокольчиками ветра, как моя сестра,  Некоторое время я сидел на наждаке, слишком беспокоясь.  Мое пурпурное сердце было наполнено ее застенчивыми улыбками.  Тем временем я искал искупления.  Ближе к вечеру, где я натыкаюсь на команду  Женщин, поющих хором  религиозная тема,  При сборе сушеного кедра  конусы,  Я так понимаю, это своего рода топливо для их зимы.  В то время как тлеющий день начал снижаться, а затем  ...

Heathwren The loyal sun of blue heaven sets in the west. And shy heathwren return to her mother's nest. By early autumn, the couple will depart to plains  Of Panjab, they're just a few days' guest to us,  Nice to see you, O sweetheart! In the garden  Of fruits and flowers, every year you come To visit us, and moreover, you are our part. And never carried with you despair or fear. Or the virus or disorder but bringing it with you Gentle breeze, the sweetness of berries, beauties Of seas, the dews of youth, shades of lofty  Trees, rejoice with me, ah today when everything  Is not okay, display the love is our remedy. ©Affaq

Poetic Bird  Ah, dear poetic bird, may I know this mute grief?  Through your harmonious song, is my relief. What is this ramble in the depths of heaven?  You've thrown away your inns on the earth,  Do you keep your dens in Eden's shallows?  O sweetie, how do you feel on vaults of skies?  And then, without the kisses of the garden breeze,  Sniff! your scented roses are laying in some grief. And every fountain mourns over its murmur sweet,  Poetic bird! what is this grief? through your hymns Is our country's beauty and surplus wheat. I know you do contribute to the sky,  With your chants and sounds I do live in some peace. Leave your grief away and work a treat. ©Poet : Affaq Naibe 

Single femina, don't wet your elegant eye, and I know  Your inner hue and the firing cry  and all your Glows and graces, the heavens know, everyone can't  Get along in this universe, which is so diverse,  Thus! save your classic tear my single dear!  You will live and again live young in my verse. Damsel, all you see around is intermingled with,  And leading a single life is not  a crime,  Do something unique, though you've a desire To be in the limelight, look above the single cloud Is unsure of his flight, sooner he will rejoin His caravan then he will feel more excited. Single femina wipe your tear and become more insightful Nature has gifted you amazing skills so sit not idle

Some folks say, "The night is peace's goddess." And seizes all the charms of the dusky eve,  Whatever lies in the dales, deserts, and waters is God-sent. And He, "lord of the universe, is begotten by none." Well, if the night is peace, why is it not for harlots?  Or for the night thieves and for the wolves,  Owls, bats, and hyenas, they move in darkness. And thereupon giving a moment's silence to all of us For inner peace, ah, what the heaven brings, Is sheer truth, behind God's every creation there is  Specific mystery, so awe, out of tiny things  Sweet bells jingle if you show me integrity. Then, naturally, I am able to give you the kiss of peace. ----Affaq