April 12, 2008

THAT LOVED FLOWER



Blossomed just now, to her content,
Aromatising the atmosphere, with her fragrance.
Entices all and sundry even the conceiver,
Whoever sees her, describes a perfect creation.


Smiles she effortlessly, that showers pearls, 
For one smile, bees of all hues gather.
Come the bees from every nook and corner,
Roam around her in search of holy nectar.

Come some with pearls of pen with no end,
Cherish some a desire to kiss her again and again,
Want some to embrace her not to release,
Pray some to pass their life sitting by the nymph.


Bees enjoying the nectar of PoppyImage by Swami Stream via Flickr
Some only pass amusing judgments,
Recite some famous Urdu couplets
Shy some to even sip her fragrance,
Quarrel some to pluck, among them.


No doubt, every one dreams her presence,
See her smiling on their personal flower vase.
And to sip her enticing fragrance,
In solitude and the world’s absence.


But she herself knows well,
Whom she loves and for whom smells.
Other bark only like stray dogs,
At the back of elephant’s trots.

Trots she fearlessly, cocking her fans

Only barking and poking nose, nothing happens.

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