Nawaz Nizar Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

PATHIRIPPATTA - po, KANDOTHKUNI, Kakkattil-via, Kozhikode, Kerala, India

Nawaz Nizar

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Dear Nawaz Nizar
you embraced the silence
and your loss tips over to deep
your eight months old daughter Assiya
gazes around
why her father is not returning home,
Dear...
when? from where? that I don't know sure,
I have got a bit of soft spot for you
wisdom of your words
as the stars dappled stream flows
reflecting their beauty ever,
wilted with failing dreams
looking at your passing steps
my inner self hankers after you,
you haven't seen the light in your life
but you have shone the light for many,
how might be my picture in your canvas
you depicted
still I don't know dear,
your humorous words
and performance on TV channels
still I keep in my heart,
A brook is flowing still
gleaming the starry night
though you are laid to rest
in the grave at Sram Masjid,
caresses
listens to the ethereal muse of stars
that spread their wings
over the silent night,
dew drop in the eyes of death
smiles in love I feel,
the flower petals efface your footprints
with the thinning out fragrance
that covers them,
I feel dear
the sun goes down
the orange colour water
blazing
the unwavering surface
it goes down
silent
unundulated
in an unending canvas
a drop of time sketches
your smiling innocent face
for the generations to come,
could we never meet dear
again
in this unending universe?
anywhere? anytime?
when could we get back the past days again?
as I am your friend,
anywhere? anytime?
we
our life
our
little
little
dreams.

Nawaz Nizar
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Madathil Rajendran Nair 19 March 2015

What a moving tribute! I wish you had written a note about this giant of a man so that readers could appreciate the universal vision of this physically blind Professor. You go with a ten, Naushad. 'I feel that the sun goes down the orange colour water blazing the unwavering surface it goes down silent unundulated in an unending canvas a drop of time sketches your smiling innocent face for the generations to come, That is some great poetry. The pity is that I found your page only today. Wish you all the best.

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p.a. noushad 04 May 2015

thank you dear

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PATHIRIPPATTA - po, KANDOTHKUNI, Kakkattil-via, Kozhikode, Kerala, India
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