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