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The Angel Rose - a poem by Fatima Hasan
The past crept into my mind today
A new day, a different recall
Of days gone by so hurriedly
I grasped the rose ever so quietly
Like leaves falling from a tree
Now the rose is no more
It invades my ever-arousing thoughts
The current of air blows by
I hear the breeze tenderly hissing
Transferring their way through the petals
Fluttering to pat the passion
I know! It’s my angel rose.
More by Fatima Hasan here
September 10th, 2007 at 12:42 pm
which subcontinental language is this translated from?
if i had to hazard a guess i would say tamil, or perhaps lepcha.
September 10th, 2007 at 4:48 pm
Kinkminos: No this is very much a home grown Karachi based young poet who is kind enough to send poems and I post them here - in the faint hope that by encouraging new writers and poets, one is motivating them to write more…
September 10th, 2007 at 11:18 pm
aah, reminds me of a flowery fragrance ona route i used to take many mornings ago….