In The Land Of Dream
I heard her mellifluous voice,
Penetrating through my innocent ears
echoing with the majesty of an Arabian triumph,
Her voice was sweet enough to shake mountains from their roots.
I saw her in a garden of my ancestors,
a garden of different colours of flowers,
Singing a hymn of love.
She cooked me a delicious rice
And fed me with a golden spoon.
And don't ask who is she.
Salahuddeen Muhammad
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/19/2025
Poet's note: I wrote this poem some days back after i have had a dreamed of a beautiful damsel singing a songs of love. And this is a reason that make me to write a this romantic poem.
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