Poems from shaela-1
What does the sunrise look like,
To someone headed west?
One who cannot turn round,
Nor take one glance behind.
First a pale glow,...
Irresistible, the merry flute calls
From black valley and darkened hills.
It travels up the falls, leaping
And dancing on green carpets;...
Words on a page are poetical,
ten-thousand voices are musical.
Both combined are so beautiful;
God's wonderful gift called song.
Leave...
With it we taste our food
It is our main communicator.
From it pours blessing,
From it pours cursing.
Uncontrollable, utterly deceitful,
Is...
My dear, dear, family
I am so sorry that the very
Gaze of my eyes when
I look at you
Only widens the fissures between
us.
I feel I am so...