Seagulls
The dusky eve in country meads
In rainy weather rainy day
All trees were standing stony still
While kids in street with boats they play
The water smiled and flowed in lake
And smiled all time the mirthful gulls
As silent as a painted scene
To throbbing heart to itself pulls
In watery fields they stood like saints
As in a ritual in a pray
So far so far I stood in awe
A single word I cannot say
Thousands of Questions in my mind
Hide and seek as if they play
Seagulls are mad in natures love
As mad as any one can be
The weeds' the lake, the ancient wood
Surpassed the every scene in glee
Oh nature such angels of mirth!
You cant and cant in all world see
The smiling blooms all smiled at them
While leaves composed a beauty tune
The gushing water gushed in mirth
With icy flakes with sleety tune
In sullen morns in mournful eves
When sadness sends her gloomy rays
They sooth me with their beauty sight
Forever in my heart they stay
In greenish vale on watery lake
No worldly painter paint such scene
In darkish nights of waning moon
They shine with an unearthly sheen
Copyright © Sabahat Batool | Year Posted 2023
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