In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find,
With a radiant smile, a flower so fair;
Sadly, I approached and sighed, “Ah! Of my kind
Are you too – a hapless flower from a beloved's hair.
Frail fingers wouldn't take you to a soft face so close,
Nor would you be kissed by lips delicate and rose.”
With a silent smile the flower replied, “Don't lose heart!
This desert I wouldn't give up for the gardens of Iran,
A solitary I am here while legions are there,
Amidst this cursed soil I stand apart.
In this gray desert, a flamboyant flame of divine light am I,
Beauty's silent song, a miracle from the sky.
In your garden, there are thousands of flowers like me –
A nameless droplet in a nameless sea.
You too, in your desert, don't feel forlorn,
To behold you at last shall come a sore Ghani Khan.
Is the answer of the flower is ture? if not How?
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Ah, this one has a wonderful eastern feel and the images are just right! I am reminded of an old adage: "Grow where you're planted". It is easy to be lost in the crowd, but much harder to be unique when you are the only visible entity. I love the feel of the desert ground in the line: "Amidst this cursed soil I stand apart"...marvelous line that. I do not have the history or cultural background to understand fully the reference to Ghani Khan, but a taste is here of a lovers visit...or am I mistaken? Love this one. Peace, Rhonda
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Amazing
Absolutely beautiful poem, Hamid.
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Rummi would smile
your imagery flows and i have enjoyed this
my friend
Dare to dance with abundance
Whirl in mystic rhythm
Robert
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This is very good poem indeed. Keep writing
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Question
Did you agree with the great Pushtu Poet and sufi Abdul Ghani Khan?
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