This is my work which I'll always relish. Thank You God and My Uncle.
A DATE WITH NIGHT
When trees stop blowing wind, when oceans
Stops crying that’s the time we meet
With sweet hellos I greet, and ask-
Why are you so silent and quiet?
Why you have gloomy ambience and no delight
I seem to love you at first sight
Bethink you it’s incredible, quoted night
I want with you a moonlight supper
O’ My goodness you need to suffer
My dear from the restlessness
No it gives me more consciousness
Don’t you have any friend?
Merely one whom God had send
Who made my darkness to shine
The stars my brats from divine
Is none praise your beauty your hue
No fortunately there are a few
But they all are miser creep sobs
Mum’s the word from their gobs
As when they close their eyes
They sometimes dream dawn skies
Although knowing I am there
They do not care to hear
Me, when I lay like nightingale
The shadow, all my endeavors fail
Don’t worry I have made you my true pal
I’ll stand by you wall-to-wall
My dear why don’t you like morn
Sighs of sun stroked penuries make me forlorn
So in such an atmosphere of dove
Give me your hand my love
And make your person content don’t sleep
In the condition that you’ll not weep
I accepted your proposal from my black heart
Hold me dear to caress you apart…..
A poem
Posted by
Hasan Zia
Thursday, June 18, 2009
6 comments:
My dear why don’t you like morn
Sighs of sun stroked penuries make me forlorn
........
I accepted your proposal from my black heart
Hold me dear to caress you apart…..
i like it very nice !
its really beautiful....i jus loved it..
really nice..
gud work..
really a good one!
I accepted your proposal from my black heart
Hold me dear to caress you apart…
hey hi,
why is the heart black here??
heart should be pure right!!??!!
If u read it carefully then it's a proposal given to the night by the poet.so night is always black. Actually it implies a person is in love with the sorrow and Night symbolizes sorrow n Morning symboliszs happines.
thankz 4 commenting!~!
Oh !
An amazing piece of poetry .
"Is none praise your beauty your hue
No fortunately there are a few
But they all are miser creep sobs
Mum’s the word from their gobs"
So true.
perfect blend of words , to represent the affection for dark/night/solitude .
very well.
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