by Mohammed Asim Nehal
(NAGPUR, INDIA)
A dew nuzzle on the petal of a delicate flowers
Like my dreams hanging on glistening new hopes.
Giving birth to umpteen imaginations
Like soft green moss on the white smooth pebbles.
I am standing like a solitary wild flower against the breeze
Wearing silence of the twilight rain under solid moonbeams
Mysteriously looking for someone to come and pick
In a hope for that crimson flush of one more morning
Oh, winds pick me up and carry me to the river
So that, I may slowly descends over from the hills
And run through the valleys, woods and towns
By filling music of life in my soul to cherish forever
Finally, under the splendor of the starlit sky bare feet
I wish to dance on the shifting sand dunes
Alone with the nature with sounds of silence
Filling the empty space long remained in me.
Copyright © Asimnehal
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