The Poem was at last Written! You inspired me like the olive tree under the blue sky When you talked about my poems and my heart did cry, When your pearly words like manna dew from the heaven on me fall You will see the silver moon wrapped in a Kashmir shawl I will call you Moon Moon , You stood there like a barbie doll. You felt angry and would strongly chide me Don’t call me away to come inside to have a cup of tea. On the terrace you enjoyed the sky I asked you , ‘what makes you stand so long in cold,why?’ You whispered in my ears , and told me ‘Hi,I am counting butterfly’- On the terrace for hours you enjoyed the sky You silent ,wonderstruck and shy ‘Come to me , tell me stories of the Princess and the Demon’ You asked ‘and the prince with the sword too?’ The lemon orchard we walked all the night The moon shone above and the sky was blue and bright This is a story of my palace of pleasure You provided me romance and leisure I wrote my poems ,on this terrace When I studied your wonderful face.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 12:21:12 +0000
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