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(February 05,1981 / Malakand Pakistan)

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Sonnet A

Flew like leave, fallen from bough
Taken by air, floating far and high
Knowing not my destination, I avow
Passing high reaching almost sky

Traveling in clouds high above hills
Away from home, far from friends
There realized, how loneliness kills
Fear and cold, there the dark sends

Confused, I knew not where to rest,
All was strange the woods and land
Saw I a place, serene and blest
On land unknown an offering hand

There you stood, with arms open
Made my moments calm and golden

Submitted: Saturday, March 02, 2013


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  • Payal Parande (3/7/2013 11:29:00 AM)

    oh! how wonderful feeling you have described.beautiful.....love your work

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  • Unwritten Soul (3/6/2013 9:21:00 AM)

    Bliss is more than a joy when heart found it deepest feeling underneath itself. Memory will colors things in miss and pain yet when it healed it feel so soothe and relief_Soul

  • Shahzia Batool (3/5/2013 3:32:00 PM)

    beautiful in both form and theme! good sonnet! ! !

  • Valerie Dohren (3/3/2013 10:48:00 AM)

    Lovely sonnet Jahan - especially liked the third stanza.

  • Valsa George (3/3/2013 2:43:00 AM)

    The farther we move away from human company, the lonelier we feel! At such moments of desolation, if someone dear to us waits with open arms, our moments become calm and even turn golden. Enjoyed the flow and imagery of the poem. Thanks for your sweet comment!

  • Thomas A Robinson (3/3/2013 2:04:00 AM)

    Beautiful love poem.Even as we watch a thousand leaves blowing we identify with the single leaf.
    Blown far and wide that leaf will find a sacred home.

    There you stood, with arms open
    Made my moments calm and golden

  • Gajanan Mishra (3/2/2013 9:16:00 AM)

    moments calm and golden. thanks. good poem.

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