What is my favorite colour?
It’s the colour of spring,
See how bright the red rhododendrons and how loudly the yellow flowers sing,
Their texture, the taste, fragrance and glaze,
I wish to gather these treasures and make a bouquet of them,
And perhaps, a little shyly gift it to a special friend.
Remarkable isn't it, in love, in prayer, in death and in mourning,
Flowers neither lose their smile nor their sacredness.
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The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
2 comments:
A lovely capture, and captivating lines too!
Lovely capture. It's simply superb!
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