In far off old forgotten days.
On the trail of ponderous ways.
Took to bed and flew away.
A journey vivid to this day.
Through the heavens from a den.
million waves, deserts, glen.
No ties to want a flapping wing.
Nothing to hold; no bond or string.
Muted charm of a rustic square.
removed from the din of urban flair.
Asleep in bed and yet on hover.
Flew the gamut without a clover.
In island home a fairy stepped.
Fate had shown and promise kept.
She too sat on outcrops watched,
for recompense, that fate had botched.
Lingering dusks and early dawns.
Brought wandering gulls and crashed anon.
Hedged her bets on a distant clown.
Wandering clue less, way off town.
Ages lost in pent up tears.
Wishing to while away her fears.
(Islamabad)
(Nov 02,2009)
** on physical barriers
Wow wow wow...stunning for this classic written piece...you made me speechless! ! ! THanks for the great read! ! ! 10/10
Forgotten days, is a beautiful write, containing all the features that are required to become a worthy poem, one of your best! 10 for successful piece!
'In far off old forgotten days. On the trail of ponderous ways. Took to bed and flew away. A journey vivid to this day'... Pure oriental style of poem telling...gives a nice feeling on read...and the journey in dream continues 'down the forgotten days' down in the succeeding lines...good poem...refreshing...10
'Flew the gamut without a clover. In island home a fairy stepped. Fate had shown and promise kept' Rachel Ann Butler
Ages lost in pent up tears...so tangible that i can see a tear dropp lurking on the croners of the eyes!
lingering dusk and early dawn', that old world charm which we left behind to follow a mirage, the memories linger and the heart longs for those bygone days. your poem is really charming, as always leaves an imprint on the mind. it has such a smooth rhythmic flow that I read it several times. Mamta
A beautiful poem Saadat with wonderful rhyme, rhythm and imagination. 10 Karin
Those feelings around the rustic plaza Figure a lot about a clueless wander at Gaza Narrow stripe may be the barrier to reach your Eliza. Communication are not just made with words There are many ways to break the barriers Interpretations mean a lot, play spoil sports Decide the worth to relive with forgotten days. Solid feelings and words.... felt through those forgotten lane. Good read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a classic write and forgotten days brought in memories........lingering in between the phrases a beautiful presentation..........