A playful eyeball playing with
form and style of its own;
butterflies flying with distinct color and membranous
artwork.
Here individualism is all intrinsic
and reflections always varied.
love is welcome and hatred that we hate;
thus run all the categories and idiosyncrasies-
each soul has its utterance and thus is unique.
© Quaid-Uz-Zaman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem