a try to write somethin about the awe aspiring beauty of kashmir , yet i feel i wont be able to create those inexplicable sketches of nature that mesmerise the human mind ,those scenes that make a poets mind gush out with ideas untouched as dews of early
my pen's nib in the
blue ink that lies
nearby and paper pages
start waving in the air
blooms that through
my window of the room
that open is , i sit far
away from my home
in the land that keeps me
in solitude in a land alien ,
sun of the noon turns
evening's sun, i am reminded
of my hometown far in the
land , land called kashmir
where the spring morning
wakes to see her neck
garlanded with bloomed
flowers from buds of apple trees
where in the roads open eyes
to see lush green trees of popular
bend down to welcome
the morning gets off the bed
to see her hair has blue scarf
of clear skies and bejwelled clouds
she sees her lap daisy filled
she gently walks tulips beneath
kiss her feet and ache in love
walnut trees hanging as if
waiting to give gifts & surprise
her senses bloom as ducks in pond
wipe their feathers off
oh morning why dont you make
make up your bed see white blanket
spread around, the white mountains...to be continued
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2009-02-09 at 08:20
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KASHMIR PARADISE ON EARTH
Sit down as i to dipmy pen's nib in the
blue ink that lies
nearby and paper pages
start waving in the air
blooms that through
my window of the room
that open is , i sit far
away from my home
in the land that keeps me
in solitude in a land alien ,
sun of the noon turns
evening's sun, i am reminded
of my hometown far in the
land , land called kashmir
where the spring morning
wakes to see her neck
garlanded with bloomed
flowers from buds of apple trees
where in the roads open eyes
to see lush green trees of popular
bend down to welcome
the morning gets off the bed
to see her hair has blue scarf
of clear skies and bejwelled clouds
she sees her lap daisy filled
she gently walks tulips beneath
kiss her feet and ache in love
walnut trees hanging as if
waiting to give gifts & surprise
her senses bloom as ducks in pond
wipe their feathers off
oh morning why dont you make
make up your bed see white blanket
spread around, the white mountains...to be continued
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
Read 766 times
Written on 2009-02-09 at 08:20
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