Urdu Poetry

Just simply love me
Holding the hand in yours, entwining fingers
Dreaming, we dancing tango on the ballroom floor
You dressed in the elegant tuxedo, me in the short dress
Foot outstretched for the hot Latino move, boleo

Just simply love me
Do not try skydiving tricks or taming lions
I need a simple man who'll be near in bad and good
Who knows my flows yet chose to overlook it
Only because perfection don't exist

Just simply love me
Asking not for serenading under terrace
Akin medieval troubadour, arising the beloved from the bed
Not everyone can write, much less is singing
Whisper the words of love, immerse me in your eyes

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Yury Koval

You lay voluptuously, taking the space of the few countries
Like a woman sure of her charms on comfy pillows
Giving the lover of her heart signs with the eyes, you either conquer me
Or else..i conquer you, beware of the seductive glances

Stars are even tamed by your spartan beauty
Shining ever so bright, binding the mouth for a response
The nakedness, so powerful, so gratifying for insatiable passion
It overwhelms any lone traveler who dares to cross

The boundaries between the fantasy and the real world
Are washed off by one cataclysmic sweep of nature
Leaving bare minimum for a scarce population to survive
Sahara makes you change perception, keeping on your toes

by Margaret Gudkov

The clouds of introspection, searching for the answers
What makes the author substance, what makes the readers tic
Can I deliver thoughts in clever fashion, do I bear the traits of
That special seed, sprouting the gorgeous flower

I start, I hesitate, i start anew poetic march
Unknown destination, the hypocrite sun deceiving me
First shining glory on the pages, later ominously casting shadows
Even throwing cosmic boulders on

The writer have the special talent
The responsibility to put the observations into words
See what unseen under the layers of the human bondage
Promote the knowledge, tickle the brain, arising the conscience
Do I have one?

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Y. Kurbanov

I should comeback to smell the saltiness, tickling the face
Arising a spirit of the freedom in my old, beaten body
Make me feel the young man on brink of something , can't explain
Stepping on the rope over the sea of water

It calling me with whispering in ears by the seducing waves
Licking the sides of anchored fishing boats , screams of fishermen
Peddling the freshly caught treasures, sea offered for them
Shining on sun , the gills, the scales , some still moving

Why am i putting fight, trying to argue what is apparent
The love for sea was always blooming , warming the heart
Pulling the strings with every sound, every news from it
I left the sea but the sea did not leave me a bit, singing inside
The enchanting song akin to mermaids , inaudibly murmuring
I been a captive for so many years, unconsciously not noticing

by Margaret Gudkov

by Margaret Gudkov

by Margaret Gudkov