Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Cuckoo is one of my old childhood friends,  And I always had been different from other kids,  In the rainy season, I used to make two rounds. Every day, beneath the willow trees with other guys. As I grew older, I forgot life's many noteworthy things,  But not those happy moments with the Cuckoo  His voice is first harmonic and worth the heeding. Refreshing old memories truly makes us new. And still today, whenever he sings at gracious dawn,  My heart leaps up with joy and  I don't delay,  To leave out the bed and join his famous song. It's his uniqueness that greets us at first light And simultaneously when the tempter misleds us  With his fantasies and delusions, the worst type © Poet Affaq 

Bonjour  I behold some fragrant flames in your eyes,  Your ways and your styles are quite unique. And so the shores do also meet in your eyes,  I saw some fragrant mysteries in your eyes. May your love be ever strong and  live ever young. I behold a miracle of loveliness in your eyes,  I saw not any mark of disarray in your eyes,  Your habits are more beauteous then you. I saw no dismay or derision in your speaks You've got pleasant roses on your cheeks. And I behold the springtime in your smiles,  I praise without reason your rural  costume,  You're so gentle, ah! simple, a lovely groom. Bonjour relish the youthful bloom of that happy moon. © Poet Affaq

Earth's Beloved Ah, woman, who gave you the beauty's name?  The empathy, the mellowed eyes, and the appealing face. And with that, seated you in the soul of man,  When the beauty fades away from the face. Then you are set free from the mortal pain. Nay, escape; your soul is poured upon the soul of man. The beauty that you hold is just for your man. And not to a world of unfamiliarity, and, oh man, shew honour And revoke command, for she is a blue passion. Flower, preferred lady! rejoice in your internal  Affairs, from your birth, your rights are reserved. Then again, you were crowned as the earth's beloved. Aah, both the serving air and ardent fire lie in you,  Despite all these, why are you so unrelieved? ©By poet Affaq 

Little pretty lass The day was long and deep—what a shower!  A rising cloud brought for the  smiling flower. That is newly born and taking cordial kisses. From the caring sun and in the shining hour  A young Gazzele comes out of the dorsal ridges. At that moment I had on my lips an aeolian harp. She looked at me with gentle eyes. I wreathed her Then she started to swing on the rainy grass. In the big plateau pasture that was full of yaks With my last laugh, I moved down the hilly pass. In curled grass, some thoughts of my misty past  Were with me along the way, and my mini map  Took me out safely, and I felt as though I was thickly lashed. I looked back, and she was still in knots of warm grass. As well as her baby heart being in her hand,  When her big eyes fell on a hunter, her luck ran Exhausted, she got away over the sizzling sand. To save her precious life like a pretty young lass By fate, little Gazzele escaped  another life attempt.... ©Poet Aff...

Where did he sweet and heroic friend flee away ? I ask, ?, where did the radiant star beyond  The hollows of the vault of heaven fell asleep. He led us all towards the shadows of peace. I ask, was not he among us just yesterday?" I'm weary; my memory is tired; a grief that's strolling Where did the sweet flavour overnight flight?  The pink rose has grown so sick, missing her sincere lover. And her's boutique is hung up without sidelights. In the house of pigmy and in  neiglbourhood,   There was a lament indeed, and my tears overflowed. Like a snow flower that has lost its sweet pollen. His smile was like the forever zephyr of early dawn. And a heart so lovely, like the flow of rain in a valley fountain. He often quoted: "Follow those who guide your being in the right way." ©Poet Affaq