How old is the suffering
The wind-swept field, robbed
Of ripened grain
How long has it been?
Since the last chorus of birds'twitter
How long have you slept
In a loose hammock
Hung by a life-less tree
How long, how long
Your eyes held the dewdrops
In their rock-like immobility
Since ages, the battle has gone on
Against untamed fury
That ravaged the gardens' bloom
And lashed the burgeoning trees
Since ages, the rocks have stood
Against the rushing waves
And man has borne stoically
The crude plots of fate.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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The crude plots of fate. This scene come to life of devastation. Your description of what once was while asking the questions of how long. Such a strong and heady theme done with the subtle beauty of a questioning and convicting mind. Splendidly portrayed in all of its sad implications. The loose hammock, the rushing waves......
This is very nice and full of hope, Nosheen. Especially I liked the final words The crude plots of fate.
Superb..................You left me speechless............10++++
Sigh! Ab Khudara kuch mat poocho... Sadiyan guzar gayi baharain jaise ghar ka rasta bhool gai.. Lekin nayi baharon ki umeed akhri saans tak baaqi hai. perfect 10 for all those questions.
Since ages man has been subject to the harsh vicissitudes of fate! Yet like rock, we have stoically withstood all ravages of Nature and time. The age old saga of man's fight for survival will go on! Great write Nosheen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rushing waves scribble in this particular imagery wonderfully. This is very finely drafted and shared poem definitely.
Thank u sir