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Humera Sultana

Rookie - 54 Points (Hyderabad, India.)

Touchstone


Touchstone

As I plodded my pitted path
A pebble pricked me
A sigh escaped my lips
And the pebble cried.

O ye heart! To be in love
Is your Fate
And to be waylaid
Is my Fortune.

We partake of the same Destiny
You dwell in God’s compassion
I am enshrined in His house.
You sway the hearts of kings
I glitter in their crowns.
You throb in hands entwined
I nestle in their rings.

You blazed, you burnt
You cried, you yearned
Placed on the anvil
Into a heart you were honed.


I was chiselled with thistles
And worshipped in temples
Crouched in a poor man’s wall
And eternalized into the Taj.

Man often made
A stone of you
And at times
pound a heart
In me.

We drink from the vials
Of our corrosive woes
Multitudes have trampled You
And multitudes have trampled Me.

(This poem compares the fate of a stone to the fate of a human heart. The house of God is the kaaba and the stone is hajr-e-aswad.Like human hearts, stones have a different destiny.Some are destined to be in the house of God, some go under feet others go on the top of the head, another in the heart) .

Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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  • Rookie - 595 Points Saadat Tahir (4/14/2013 3:15:00 AM)

    You blazed, you burnt
    You cried, you yearned
    Placed on the anvil
    Into a heart you were honed.

    superb write
    loved it
    great imagery and allegory
    like novel and ground breaking (Report) Reply

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