A Beautiful World

Poem By Anthony Foster

Dedicated to Ahmad Shiddiqi

Lines of energy pulse gently through the earth,
Golden rays of dawn lightly brush the ground,
Shining on all creatures as they pop up through the turf,
Birds start singing the sound bringing joy all around,

The cool of the morning playtime,
The heat of the sun midday,
The limpid humidity in the evening,
It all has its part to play,

By the tender description in your writing,
The passion that you can display,
Paints a picture like a glorious sunset,
That no one can ever take away.

Comments about A Beautiful World

Fantastic lines Sir.. Need to learn a lot from you.
A beautifully descriptive poem.
YOUR POEMS I MUST TRANSLATE WHICH MAY CAUSE THE LOSING OF GRAMMAR, BUT ALL STILL BECOME EXCELLENT, I WISH MY HAPPINESS WOULD WRITE FOR ME AS LIKE YOU INSTEAD OF ONLY MY DARK I AM WRITING
A very nice poem of images and alliteration.Thanks.
The cool of the morning playtime, The heat of the sun midday, The limpid humidity in the evening, It all has its part to play, ........everybody have to play part assigned to him or her.it is God's dictum and we have to fulfill it.tehre is no alternate to it. well done and thoghtful presentation with clar vision. i loved the power behind it....10 read mine go back... world to live in...you go alone........ cool breeze


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