I saw a creeper slowly rising up, satisfied with the place,
Surrounded by great and proud large trees, in a garden of grace.
From the foot of a tower, having white fragrant flowers,
The lovely high tower saved her from the showers,
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Dear Teacher, I regret you don't understand Urdu and can't enjoy the following lines: - Sare tasleem kham hay Jo mizaje yar mein aaye. (My head is bowed with complete submission, my friend is at liberty to do any thing with it.) I agree with you and I have changed disbursing into dispersing. You are great as usual, thanks.
Interesting poem from your pen..Very true said, creepers are humble may be they are dependent on the proud trees that stood tall. Still the creepers did rise from ground to the top.......
Was never found resting, sleeping, she went on creeping, She went on, went on, slow but sure, not crying or weeping, And soon came the day, she was dancing on the top of the tower, Spreading and disbursing white flowers round the tower. Enjoyed these lines immensely.... You have succeeded in graphically describing the course of the creeper's journey into the summits!
An image of modesty is this creeper, never boasts of anything she deserves.But, ultimately wears the crown.So nice pictorial quality!
Slow but steady wins the race.... One day at last comes with the grace............
Dear Bro, Lovely imagery. Worth reading this one. Great work. Thanks for your lovely comments and sweet shayri.
it was a beautiful poem. i liked it for it's simplicity and it's message. a delightful creation. keep writing.