I am thrown upon
my ideal world
Where no miseries
have their hold
Encircled by the trembling
streams-
lovely spots
pleasing scenes
where beauty sparks;
Nature speaks
Of untold tales to the senses.
And play upon the
vein of dreams.
The gentle breeze
sprays leaves on the lands;
Flowers scattered
Seeds sowed;
Herbs spread out
gentle perfumes;
Beauty walks in a triumphant march
gets adorned and admired:
Day withdraws;
Night befalls
Heaven seems to drink
the serenity
in all her ways
Wish to have a claim over it.
Stars mock at the selfish act
And hide their
winking-eyes
behind the sky-sheet.
New born baby appears
in her best
And chases the prince of day
to the west;
Tosses the frosty clouds
before the eyes.
Thunder and lightening
threaten the maiden-weak;
Subtle lady plays
the game-hide and seek.
Sends the sea,
waves to embrace
Fail and fall
without any trace.
Oh! my dear-dear fair lady-
How I love thee;
you are so moody.
Come and give me
signs of love
I will give thee
fruits of hope.
Show me not the
saddest thought
That will draw away my
poetic thought.
Don't you see me
where I stand
You are far away
from my hand.
I will live but for you;
why not send
the noble tidings-
to get thee reach.
Don't you care to
fulfill my wish
To thee submit I
in anguish.
And fades away the
Utopia-
Of my dream
Leaving me behind,
Far away-
near the stream.
Mohamed Adam Peeroli
14 th October 2011.
my ideal world
Where no miseries
have their hold
Encircled by the trembling
streams-
lovely spots
pleasing scenes
where beauty sparks;
Nature speaks
Of untold tales to the senses.
And play upon the
vein of dreams.
The gentle breeze
sprays leaves on the lands;
Flowers scattered
Seeds sowed;
Herbs spread out
gentle perfumes;
Beauty walks in a triumphant march
gets adorned and admired:
Day withdraws;
Night befalls
Heaven seems to drink
the serenity
in all her ways
Wish to have a claim over it.
Stars mock at the selfish act
And hide their
winking-eyes
behind the sky-sheet.
New born baby appears
in her best
And chases the prince of day
to the west;
Tosses the frosty clouds
before the eyes.
Thunder and lightening
threaten the maiden-weak;
Subtle lady plays
the game-hide and seek.
Sends the sea,
waves to embrace
Fail and fall
without any trace.
Oh! my dear-dear fair lady-
How I love thee;
you are so moody.
Come and give me
signs of love
I will give thee
fruits of hope.
Show me not the
saddest thought
That will draw away my
poetic thought.
Don't you see me
where I stand
You are far away
from my hand.
I will live but for you;
why not send
the noble tidings-
to get thee reach.
Don't you care to
fulfill my wish
To thee submit I
in anguish.
And fades away the
Utopia-
Of my dream
Leaving me behind,
Far away-
near the stream.
Mohamed Adam Peeroli
14 th October 2011.
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