I Talk To Him Poem by Aftab Alam

I Talk To Him

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When I sit and remove the bricks, of my past memories,
Although, it was dark, yet, enjoy with its sweet melodies,
Beyond the mist, can clearly see, thin boy's learnin' keen,
Like unguided missile, targeting, whatever is hastily seen,

Wingless bird, on the way to be Icarus made a waxy wing,
The fate of Icarus kept in mind, flew high avoided the ring,
Brightly shining Sun stole the light of the eyes, yet he sung,
Empty stomach, dry intestine, sharpen his pointed tongue,

When I sit and unstitch my shirt that I wore; the worn,
With the careless- aware rosy life‘s, prickly lovely thorn,
Beyond the starlit sky, I can clearly see, a grazing calf,
No one has seen his grief but always spotted with laugh,

Ah! Love less, greedy affection stricken, pain of rain,
Whole years yearning for peace and unity; lost in vain,
Deciduous humanity stood nude with no sprout of love,
Babble- rabble, chaotic- galactic lot, took him to shove,

He died long ago and all cornered him for dreamy-teary smile,
Lay peacefully in his dream world, I talked to him, a little while,
"Have I lost anything? No, but I acquired the truth and sublime,
I put my ladder to descend down to grave and then up to climb"

Thursday, September 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 27 September 2014

Ah! Love less, greedy affection stricken, pain of rain, Whole years yearning for peace and unity; lost in vain, Deciduous humanity stood nude with no sprout of love, Babble- rabble, chaotic- galactic lot, took him to shove, A deep thoughtful poem.

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Gajanan Mishra 25 September 2014

is there anything we are really losing? let us ask ourselves at every moment.

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