Prophet Poem by Valsa George
Prophet
There was
none
to
listen
to him
His words were like:
-A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks
-The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night
-The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry
-The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners
His words sounded meaningless
To a world that spoke a different tongue
With no receptacle, his words like heated waters
Evanesced into vapour and billowed upwards
Like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds
But one day it rained down,
Quite unexpected…….
With thunder and lightning!
Dear Poet, Your considerate concern is not on a single prophet, but all prophets of the world since the origin of mankind. Very true, and your poem can only be read and understood with such bated breath and parched lips by those who really ever tried to understand the real lives of the blessed poets; the holy beings who ever were earnest deep into their souls and actions to save the wandering mortal mass from many a mishaps, which caused their ultimate generation-dooms too. Well, every image used to establish the gravity of the insolence and negligence of generations keep sounding, resounding and permeating unto the profoundness of humanity, it seems. Well, for me, it would be a kind of impudence attempting to dissect the artistic features and poetic adornments of your words when compared to many. Wonderful, and, for me, a great reminder; of Dawood, Solomon, Mosa, Job, Abraham or the so called, known much and less reputed lines of124000 of them in all from the blessed father Adam, since he lost the blissful seat in Heaven!
REALLY A NICE POEM SHOWING A GENUINE THINGS........i really enjoyed it
Prophets are too far ahead of there brethren to be understood. People may laugh at them, throw stones at them, or do anything they like, except try to understand. His words will not go waste and will uplift future generations. You have beautifully used metaphors to explain this truth!
The poem it seems have philosophical ideas and while reciting I felt it so interesting and beautiful.
HIS WORDS SOUNDED MEANINGLESS/TO A WORLD THAT SPOKE A DIFFERENT TONGUE.These are crucial lines, the turning point really. He has been consistently out of sync with the world, and the world has tried mightily to ignore him. But at this point the lack of communication is not over words or actions, but over the very fact of meaning itself. The prophet and the people no longer share anything in common. It's no wonder then that this should be the moment when the heavenly forces intervene with a power none can deny.
If unheeded one will have to face the lighting and thunder! A beautiful write.
Lovely poem raining down with a thunder just like prophet's word. ending is just so spectacular!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The cacophony of discordant orchestra that left a jarring effect on the listeners His words sounded meaningless To a world that spoke a different tongue With no receptacle, his words like heated waters poetry of prophet made me to love magical spirit generates this poet on prophesy