Shahzia Batool


A Glimpse!

The sun rays have left the garden croft
Yet evening seems so far away
everywhere is a placid stasis –
a mental illusion
time never stops for anyone
we feel it stuck
we see it flying
it neither stops nor ever flies
right now it moves on a steady gate
the grayness falls all around
in mind are flashing many scenes
lost somewhere in the vales of past
carrying with it all the joys
the memories of my dear toys I never played with
but always kept them safe in shelves
away from all the girls and guys;
among those toys I loved the most my lovely doll
my pink pet pup of soft fur
my planes, my trains, two teddy-bears
I still feel sad for the orange deer
Pricked to death by a pointed pin
My heart still waits for the parrot I let out from the cage
Out of pity
And saw it flying with a child’s wonder
Thinking… “did I deserve it? ”
I still recall that sleepless night
The next day school was the saddest day…
The passing time is a wonder doc.
I did not feel that aching stop
I did not know it stopped or shifted to some new grown pains
The nature and complexion changed
The morale of the story is
It’s the worth bargain when we get the pain in such exchange
In fret and strife, it’s the salt of life…
The evening has fallen deep now
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Thank God, the home is not far away! ! !

Submitted: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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~~~ a sequel to the particular 'feel of the moment'~~~

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  • Amitava Sur (3/2/2014 8:24:00 PM)

    Truly enjoyed the poem where you drew the bygone childhood memories in bits and pieces.... loved it (Report) Reply

  • Muhammad Ali (1/4/2014 12:08:00 PM)

    i like this poem. i lost in the images of your memories till you reached home. so nice to read a beautiful, little sad poem. (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (10/14/2013 6:04:00 AM)

    Memories of old in childhood that never leave us so eloquently written and all the toys bring back all the readers memories a glimpse of a luvli poem...regards and thanks (Report) Reply

  • Shihabudheen K J (10/8/2013 1:37:00 AM)

    a fascinating write that brings back one to his childhood memories and treasures that one forgotten to carry on back.. (Report) Reply

  • Harindhar Reddy (10/1/2013 5:49:00 AM)

    My heart laced with joy when i read this poem. Yes it's a utilitarian poem portraying mental images by peeping into your childhood days. Well written verse. A majestic write. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/29/2013 2:35:00 AM)

    A glimpse into the beautiful childhood days spent in the company of fancy dolls and sweet friends! The small aches of innocent hearts paving way for serious aches of mature years! These are beautifully portrayed here! ! (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (9/28/2013 6:12:00 PM)

    Childhood toys are memorable joys. Sad school days enable us to recall and turn into lines in poems. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Sallam Yassin (9/28/2013 3:58:00 AM)

    lots of desires of past
    untouched dreams kept
    at shores of life
    and they fled
    with light out of the dark of night in glimpse / well done (Report) Reply

  • Tribhawan Kaul (9/27/2013 2:25:00 AM)

    A well written poem mixing reality, imagination and nostalgia. Sufferings and pain we all suffer in this world (I still feel sad for the orange deer
    Pricked to death by a pointed pin
    My heart still waits for the parrot I let out from the cage
    Out of pity) has to be endured. Life is worth living with all its failings. (Report) Reply

  • Farah Ilyas (9/26/2013 1:30:00 PM)

    I still recall that sleepless night
    The next day school was the saddest day…

    seems like am recalling my childhood experience, spell of your poem drifting me to back, back away..nice n projective output ;) (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (9/26/2013 11:45:00 AM)

    in fret and strife it is the salt of life. so true. Lovely thoughts Shahzia. Yet it is so worth living. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (9/25/2013 9:53:00 AM)

    Reading this poem was an experience of its own kind Shahziaji. I liked the language, the rendering and the write has cast a nostalgic spell on me too. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (9/24/2013 3:16:00 AM)

    What In fret and strife, it’s the salt of life…a nostalgic journey you have completed and description of toys take me ''back to my childhood days and yes'' (Report) Reply

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