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Farah Taskin Jul 2021
In my mind's sky there is a star
Who shows heavenly light upon my tears
Is my dear
Often I imagine
You come
to my sweet dreams
Beneath a ******* tree,
beside the silver brook
At that moment the red roses of my love begin to bloom
Perhaps we'll meet one day
Perhaps we'll never meet
So we leave our luck to destiny
Farah Taskin Jul 2021
Everyone has unhappiness
A paroxysm of distress
Humans want to cover their unhappiness
Beyond joviality
Beyond laughter
Beyond music
Behind the roistering jubilation
We suppress our sadness
Underneath our liveliness we're stoic
Our hearts don't love sadnesses
We try  to laugh now and again
We ought to laugh for living
We ought to live for laughing
sigh ...
Farah Taskin Jul 2021
The sparkling stars don't forget the heavens
The spectacular sun doesn't forget to rise


The wind doesn't forget to blow
Rivers don't forget to flow
Glow-worms don't forget to glow


The violin doesn't forget to sound
A lover doesn't forget his beloved

Like that
I want that
You reminisce about
me
I don't want to be forgotten .
Farah Taskin Jul 2021
During the downpour
At gloomy nightfall
In a misty morn
At the silvery and solitary noon
Beneath a star-spangled sky
When my heart is peaceful
or sorrowful
Then
the poems embrace
my contemplation
Farah Taskin Jul 2021
The heady perfume of the
Arabian Attars
is
in the air!
A lunar litter
brings Eid
Antimony sulphide
of the downcast eyes
and the pinkish nails
have been painted with henna


Eid is a glorious gift
Bliss is blossoming
The blessings are blooming


The fragrant roses
and the white jasmines
are being elated by
a joyous colour
of the festivity
The nameless
nightingales
are singing the paeans
We're being showered
with Salams
Eid Mubaraks
are echoing
The cheerful children
are being
over the moon
Eid is marvellously nice
and we sacrifice.
Eid has been delightful since my childhood:)
Farah Taskin Jul 2021
He was staring at her
She was nervously blushing


Her face was turning crimson
His face was turning golden


His naughty eyes were glinting
Her virginal lips were timidly trembling
She was hearing
her heartbeats


He was drinking in her crimson countenance .
Nowadays a face without a mask can be dangerous...so,don't be so romantic...it's injurious to health!
Farah Taskin Jul 2021
It drizzled
It's mizzling
It'll rain

The sky is sunless
Natheless
It's not alone
The sky has tender clouds
Unlike me
The sky
is never lonely

July has the musical concert
of rain
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