Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

Poetry in the Clouds

The secret poetry of rain makes melody in the folds of clouds 
The continuous flow of fountains painted on the mountains 
Veiled nature's drunken invitation 
 At this time, who will tie the mind floating in the air? 

The reflection of the heart running in the raindrops
 Flowers' fragrance walks on a loose path 
Like a bird that has lost its bond, it does not return to its nest 
Can't you find love in the crowd of people?

A manuscript of a poem swirling in the breeze
 The notes of love float in the voice of the sky
 I extended both hands to the water of the horizon line 
The mind just runs on the pull of who knows who.