Unhealing Wound Poem by shakil ahmed

Unhealing Wound
(a poem by Shakil Ahmed)

I am passing my days
With an old unhealing wound
Very often i feel its pain
Silently in moments of busy day
Silently in the hour of dead night
Bur i don't realise
From where it comes from
The deeper i search, i find
No wound anywhere
Inside me only dreams
That bloom into fragrant flowers
I try to gather in my imagination
All the threads of my cherished dreams
And eagerly wait like a thirsty bird
When they will turn into harvests

Dreams are gathered in a safe and secure place
Where none can reach
With hammer and chisels
With bows and arrows
With gun and missiles
To rend asunder at one stroke
Yet wonderfully i find
Ruins of some unfulfilled dreams
Those ruins of years back
Can't speak, and in gesture
Unfold their tragic demise
Like the racks and stones
Of colossal mountain
Pains I feel very often
Emanates from the ruins of dreams
That are lying abandoned
Like the huge palace of ancient king.

Tell me, where was God
Where were his numberless angels
When my dreams turned into ashes
Tell me, the blue sky,
The galaxies of far beyond,
You sun, you moon, you cloud
And numberless silent stars
Where you were
When my dreams exhausted
As clouds turn into rain,
Giving me unending pain.