A Rusty Chest Poem by Tajudeen Shah

A Rusty Chest

Rating: 5.0


Ages hymned events in every breathe.
Witnessing them have I turned stale
Wisdom engaged in meditation profound
Within my layered chest for ages!
Latches, Locks, Key holes,
Grooves and gaps all got blocked.
Imaginations mated passions,
Nature witnessed silent aging.
Trapped up thoughts and moods
Remained floated on time-tides,
Until the inner flood broke out
And gush Into cultures varied!
Knowing not the depth of chests
Do Man still toils weighing rusts.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
An Old wooden chest and my chest full of books unread, forgotten, caused me contemplate on the futility of knowledge gained and stored, unused ever.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tirtho Banerjee 23 February 2014

hi Tajudeen, nice work. Have posted mine too, at last.

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Farah Ilyas 07 June 2013

Desire to save infinite knowledge is almost everyone have, but usage of it to proper extent, an undone task yet. agree with u, it rusted & forsaken by people like us...great job sir

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