Born from the red roses;
Do ye maketh admiration from junk?
Rolling down vales and sailious across plain
love,you?
Marking with emotion in the most unmarked hearts.
flowing down from the deep mountain sides
And it is thou who maketh it smooth,
Giving birth to offspring in the most undesirable soil
Its thou who courage to forgive a puny fawn from kings;
thou,the thread between Romeo-Juliet
Its thou which make lovers sob
And its thou who maketh guardian rob,
Born from red roses
Ye maketh admiration from junk,
Rolling down vales and salious across plain
T'is you love!!!!!!
Wow! That is good!
ReplyDeleteWord choice such as "lovers sob","emotions" and "unmarked hearts." all suggest that Muzaffar(muzu) is mad about something; his feelings are being released somehow in this poem....
ReplyDeleteawesome ya !!!!keep it up.....
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