Me And Myself … 1203-2k13 Poem by saadat tahir
Me And Myself … 1203-2k13
As we watch the drifting clouds
Me and myself, a lonesome consign
Together we gaze and gape
woven intricate nature's design
hold us confounded simpletons
web and weft of so many bands
we see but we know not
descent of hour glass sands
no handkerchief ready to
pick trickled drop from our eye
no hand to caress tender softly
as in unison we exhale our sigh
pebbles we fling out at dusk
tinkle and clink with passing time
fading our echoes and waning light
slowly edge closer to an eternal rhyme
burnt hulk from meteoric strike
a silent scream unheard so loud
echoing somber rip and tatter
of a soundless shadowy shroud
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12th Mar,2k13
Islamabad
Great penning. Who can relate better to this poem of loneliness than me :)
an honest, sad and lonesome scribe. as always an excellent job done. well crafted too.
A wry poem so touchin n creative on loneliness as if! But speaks marvelously to all in fab poetic language soo impressive. Am bac readin writin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:00:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Loneliness penetrates in the soul of the poet. Personified beautifully, it is now a companion of him. This lonesomeness is also a blessing to give birth to such poetry. a silent scream unheard so loud echoing somber rip and tatter of a soundless shadowy shroud These lines remind me of Keats’ Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; So keep on playing your soft and serene melodies.