"I had heard sometimes
The frivolous whispers
Of the wind, when it breathed
Carelessly in the quiet freedom
Of unpopulated still valley.
I had touched the skin
of moonlight with my palm,
While chasing fire flies
On a tranquil full moon night
In the paddy fields of my village
I had lent my heart's ears
To the revelling poppy buds
Dauntlessly asserting their
Individuality in the orchard
Rich with swarming variety,
I had seen through the groggy
Eyes of earth, the visible
Beauty of this brisk cosmos.
When early dews rinsed my face,
On a freezing winter morn.
I had heard the screams
Of hunger, seen famine of words,
And parched lifeless thoughts
When an emotional drought
Paralyzed my vigorous mind
I had seen with my inert eyes
The birth of a tender dream,
Youth of a private desire
And death of an aged love,
From a stone bench in the Leisure Park of life.
That is an amazing composition... Observation is the best tool a poet can use in it's own style... Looking beyond an ordinary mind can reach is known to be a blessing but one shud handle it with care... And you have done all justice here in this beautiful poem... Regards, Kamran
Strangely You are contended with it, but it goes on. RElating nature to human miseries is a good theme 10
A fabulous meaningful composition Seema........poetically penned. I loved the imagery you painted and the choice of words.10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...... I had heard the screams..... till the end; too good for words!