Sky has drawn the sword of crescent to hit the mound
witnessing the scene are clouds scattered around
wind moves caressing thy hairs whispering a secret
and the flowing stream tries best to steal the sound.
The beautiful face with the soft, silver night cover
sweet voice not makes know the time pass over
people strive wholeheartedly for the worldly cares
do not recognize and condemn sayings of a lover.
The scenario and the vastness beyond the sight
backbites about the lordship of the only might
heroes fight hard against the heavy odds of enemy
but lay arms instantly before the tender Knight.
Mohammad Ilyas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-111/
