In A Fine Frenzy; Flowers In Flames V 11 Poem by Matloob Bokhari

IN A FINE FRENZY
MATLOOB BOKHARI



My pen can create a fantasy world for you
My pen can put breath into a flute to play love song for you
My pen can make garlands of sweet musk-roses
and white violets for you
My pen can lit millions of candles in the sky for you
My pen can make fragrance of soft incense burning on the night table for you
My pen can paint the milky shine of moon and stars for you
My pen can play music sweeter than summer rain drops for you


O phantom of delight, O my love!
Even the fairest women pause to look at your smile
My pen cannot paint your smile, sweeter than sunrise
My pen cannot paint the radiance, leaping from your cheeks
O the most sweet fair
O the most fair sweet
You are magic
You are wonder

My pen has neither power nor ink to paint the radiance of your beauty

My pen has neither power nor ink to paint the magic of your beauty
You are the most sweet fair
You are the most fair sweet