The World Whispers Love
The morning star stands aloof up in the sky
Alone, alight, aloof; staring at the world
Whose slumberous mood is shaking yet
The light peeping through the clouds
The birds flapping their wings
Coming out of their nests in high cliffs
With raised breasts; preening their beaks
And stands on the edges for a while
To see the rising, shinning, yellow sun
rising from the depth of dreary darkness
Which holds the being in the horror
And the blooming flowers
opens her lap to the warming sun
To receive life and to share the warmth of the world
The morning breeze, slowly shaking her petals,
Telling her of the future good omens
Forlorn! a mighty river gushes through the rocks
Falling down with grace and calming in the sea
Here! the cuckoo sats on her balcony
Singing with the sweetest melody
The cuckoo, the sun, the river, the rising sun and the opening flower
All happen along with the awakening of eyes
Deep blue, like deep oceans
Which turns here and there
With an ecstasy
Experiencing the love the world expresses.
By Israr Khan
