An unfinished poem

Through the thick foliage, the golden sun finds its way,
Makes each little leaf glow in its splendor, each day,
The mystic breeze sends the trees on a little sway,
This little scene unfolds in front of me, takes me back to the noon of May.

When the mid-day wind played tricks on the maple above me,
An invisible flautist filling the heavy air with notes of glee,
The unsung artist working in the skies, painting with silver and gold, tree after tree,
Little did I know, an afternoon to remember, it was to be.

Kaise beeta us din ka har pal, hai mujhe aaj bhi yaad,
Un chanchal nigahon ne jo jaadu kiya tha mujh par,
Zindagi ke is anjaan mod par, jaise mil gaya ho thehraav,
Jaise sadiyon se un mein doob ne ki aas thi, aur poori hui wo fariyaad,

Sooraj ke bikharte sihai se wo ajab shaam dhali,
Naye manzilon ke talash mein, ek baar phir,
Kadmon se milake kadam, wo mere saath chali,
Chaand se pardah utha, surmaiyee raat ka hone laga aghaaz,
Dhalti roshni ke aagosh mein, sitaron ki mehfil saji.

The silvery beach lay so quiet, the midnight moon caressed the sands,
Wave after wave of unrelenting desire swept the shores,
The ocean’s infinite longing to be one with the land,
An unfulfilled dream that was to be, an unfinished poem this shall be!!