Oh my God! I could not judge your game
The event is-
being-
will be-
Why the sun rose, set and the moon shine?
Are all known to you!
You float me on tears,
sit him on a branch of a tree,
babies sleep on her mother's arm-
birds fly and sing melancholy song-
thy no sorrow except happiness-
Is the game you play with dude?
If all of your will!
Why counts curse and bless?
Is it obligatory to breed heaven and hell?
He who wit you,
his mind is without fear,
he had died before he died,
but he could not judge your game at all!
-Shaleheen
he had been died before he died/ very poetic! ! ! ! good poem
floating on tears for a moment riding on ripples of laughter for another moment in the company of the loved one for a moment thrown astray with strangers from another moment can we ever conceive the game-plan ever? a great poem musfiq ji
I like this poem. It is straight forward, but makes you think. It's the truth :) Don't ever stop.
hey...what a philosophical question at the end... why the sun shines? why do we have days and nights.what is the benifit of lifes and deaths....? seems god knows all the answer.and we can only try to understand or to comprehend.. we humans, facing limits of knowledge, and things we do not observe, the unseen and the unknown, resolve the tension by squeezing life and the world into crisp commoditized ideas... i enjoyed alot.. cheers~nb
Wow, man, Deep question. God knows everything but why? Sometimes life seems not fair to us. Looks like God is playing a game. Makes me think of the following story: a 2-year old boy was playing with matches. His father was upset about that and took the matches away. The boy felt life was not fair and why his father was playing tricks on him, so he threw a trantrum. The mind of the two year old is too small or too immature to understand why father knows better. Sometimes I think we experience what God does to the world, like the two year old in the story. We do not understand and perhaps our mind is too small or too immature to understand. This may seem a simplistic explanation for the bad things happening. In the mean time go on enjoying the one million good things happening every day. Excelent poem, Musfiq
You have a true poetic sense. You have the eyes to see the miracle of God. Your poems bear a very deep thought. Go on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brilliant.......you have a talent! ! !