Your Lips
These lips of yours
Like the chirping laughter of nightingale
Let the flute of your lips play
I get lost in the sky of your lips
Sweeter than any flute
More intoxicating than any flower
More charming and sweeter than honey
When you laugh,
Bringing magic in these lips
so many roses bloom together in these lips
I drown in their fragrance
The prick of the thorns falls to your share
You hide them with great effort
You become these thorns Like a rock garden
Between these lips
The jasmine blossoms in the heart
The night queen blooms
The mind becomes spring
As if your eyes are spring and lips are spring
In the rainbow of these lips
Your golden world is lost
Your fierce silence is hidden behind its redness
The struggle to remain silent
And the volcano hidden within them its spark
You are so full of fire
That you become the sun
A ball of fire, Silent fire
There is a lot of sigh in this fire
There is a lot of sting in this sigh
Your silent lips tell this
Your eyes become witnesses
Your lips and your eyes
They march with such beauty
That sorrow does not remain sorrow
It turns into happiness
The world becomes beautiful
Your lips and Eyes
It seems as if they do a tuning of sorrow and happiness
All the compositions become silent
How difficult is to remain silent even while being awake
Stay silent even while speaking
Are these your lips or some river drowned in renunciation,
Or soaked in the legacy of your eyes
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏. @vikbuddy
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