At the rising of the moon
I saw Beauty
Speaking to the Night
Of the weary Waters.
Am I not,
-This sitting silence -,
Carrying in me
That murmuring stream
Which the plain embraces,
Which the Sun lifts
With ecstatic kisses
Up to the azure heights?
It runs on,
Passing through deeds and fates,
Through pains and pleasures,
Through blood and hope.
Will this long,
this gainless journey,
Ever have its gain
Of the infinite sleep of the Ocean!
A Poem from the Book: “Weary Waters”
BY
Mahmud Kianush
Really Nice ..
thanks for sharing Mariam jee...
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"Life becomes harder for us when we live for others, but it also becomes richer and happier."
-Albert Schweitzer
nice poem..
but one question
ocean is in infintite sleep ?
what does it mean ?
Dont think "you can" know "you can"
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yeah poem hai??? is sey tou…!
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hehehe just kidding
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its really gret very nice one.thanx for sharing bohat achi hai…AAlah muaaf karey aa aaotu jhoot bol diya hai Allah aainda na bulwaye…hehehe
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kidding.
really very nice
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