He is a college boy who loves to read poems written by poets who have spent their life mostly in hardship as they know the meaning of life.
Reign of Rays
Sunshine spreads in seven colors to the eyes
When the snow melts on its soft eyelids,
Then the spring companions arrived at the shelters
Red red house turned green on green branches,
The body will descend from the previous season
All sparrows are washed on their wings,
She was smiling at bed all night
It was like a dream on the lips,
Go far in catching butterflies
How nice it is to have children like flowers,
The wave passes through the rays
Moonlight descends on wicked springs,
Just a joke about Sufi sarcasm
Just talk of fun in the law of mullah,
The poet's new, dead and wretched
Rich in ideas, neither dreamy nor awake,
That man does not look a carer to me
The only fun role in the vein.
© 2019 Muhammad Abdullah
Muhammad Abdullah (author) on August 27, 2019:
Thank you Mark, for such a nice comment.
Mark Tulin from Santa Barbara, California on August 26, 2019:
Nature comes alive in this poem.
Muhammad Abdullah (author) on August 26, 2019:
I completely agree with you Miss Lamon.
Lorna Lamon on August 26, 2019:
Lots of different emotions in this lovely poem. I also loved the quote.