spring

Red-pink flowers bloom, enchanting my garden.

Posted on by Akhtar Munir

In my garden, red-pink flowers bloom bright,
A tapestry of color, a delightful sight.
Petals soft like velvet, kissed by morning dew,
In the golden sunlight, they dance anew.

Whispers of the breeze make them sway and gleam,
A vibrant blush that colors every dream.
Their fragrance lingers, sweet as summer’s song,
In the heart of my garden, they belong.

Nature’s delicate art, a pure delight,
Red-pink flowers bloom, enchanting the night.

Spring Song of a Dove

Posted on by Akhtar Munir

Upon the rooftop’s edge, where dusk descends,
A dove does sing, its song a tender grace.
The world below in evening’s calm suspends,
As day retreats, and night begins to trace.
Its melody, a balm to weary hearts,
Invites the stars, with notes so pure and bright.
In harmony, the city’s pulse it starts,
Transforming silence into twilight light.
With wings of peace, it carries dreams anew,
A dove’s sweet song, a promise clear and true.