These are moment recaptured on Lenin Hills, Moscow.
Golden Chariot of the Sun
Golden autumn leaves are strewnAll over the boulevard.
I walk with a spring in my gait,
My steps are light and smart.
I am young, and in love,
Your song is in my heart.
Sun's peeping its pretty head
from behind the clouds
The silver lining matches exactly
the silver lining in my heart.
The autumn breeze touches my cheeks,
slight nip is in the air,
Its silken touch softly
sends a shiver down my spine:
Emotion divine!
The sun in its chariot of yellow-gold
Smiles down upon me,
Music of the Carmen Opera
Plays castellans in me.
My feet tap to the of music of
Torero with impassioned blood
running through my veins;
Cymbals play in my heart.
I think of our meeting here,
fixed within an hour:
Something begins to thaw inside
A feeling tender dawns upon me,
Sweeps me off my feet...
Oh! The rendezvous sweet!
The Sun in its golden chariot
Smiles down upon me
And I am thrilled with anticipation
of what is to be...
And though it's autumn in the air,
Spring is in my heart...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-06-03 at 06:24
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