A Proscribed Poster Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

This is a very good poem, what we are giving to our generations comming are just those empty tins. Good one Naseer.10

Gosh! What a powerful and vivid poem. It is so very sad for our grandchildren. Excellent writing. Karin Anderson

dreams nipped in the bud, a lifetime of conformity, hungry and thirsty for freedom- what a lmiserable life for coming generations. are we just helplessly watching... in desperation and resignation, although simmering with in. powerful indictment- a proscribed poster. mamta

Dreams Insecticides sprayed On stinking water in our streets. Eyes of coming generations Empty tins......... What an imaginations you are gifted with..............poem presents the bleak scenario of the modern world...............marvellous write............

an excellent poem filled by unique images

an excellent poem with deep meaningful thoughts........

Powerful dark imagery.. I clearly see the draped figure with the sickle.Thankfully life is filled with light for those who want to see! E

I don't quite get it, have to read each line very carefully and with understanding. I read it many more times but only few lines I understood. I don't blame you, I realized that every poem has its own interpretation and views. Just keep on writing, mate.

Articulate, striking imagery. A powerful comment on the difficult times in which we live. But in the landscapes of the mind, dreams are not homeless and hope is still alive. Praise for your gifted pen, Naseer. As always, Sandra

This is really good! How did you come up with that it's really creative.