Poetry

Intimacy

One noon, when the sun shone bright,

Absorbed in deep thoughts I strolled.

The garden around me bloomed with flowers.

As I sank down on a bed of blossoms,

The scent of the flowers filled my mind,

Showering petals, leaves and hanging bows around,

The beauty of Nature spread over my face,

The music of beauty I heard in solitary solace.

                                                                                                          ~Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi

                                                                                                            Pakistan

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