Paths are hot on my trail
And eyes...... as always they do......
Behind, far behind
Are nailed to apertures in the door.
...
Read full text
Wonderful use of metaphor and imagery. So long as we can keep our loved ones in a poem, distance is indeed a gift we give ourselves. Beautiful, my friend. Kind regards, Sandra
really penned with mastery all through the lines...10 from me.
a nicely penned poem.distance is not a hindrance of togetherness., naizz
Mom and sis all behind and distance.... ohwhat an eyes may bewatching from distance..........beautiful write sir, ....10 read mine O, mother, papa do uknow and papa u too. all human nblood relation
you walk an untrodden path...... that why your poems are so distinct..dear poet..........
you truly were born to be a writer. Great work...i love all your poems they are simply breathtaking. and the imagery you use makes it all the more tangible!
This is very good i love how you can truely picture it all in your head!
nice imagery i liked it so much keeap up th e good work and i invite u to take a look of my humble poems!
The love of family (expressed through the eyes) never leaves you, no matter how you travel. This imaginative, beautifully crafted poem shares the bitter-sweetness of parting and expanding distances. 'Nailed to the apertures of the door' is a particularly compelling image - with its reminder of Christ on the cross. An exceptional poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
It's very hard to recover the distances of the journey Nasir and your great poem seems to be an itinerary.
The physical distances matter less, as the continents keep shrinking, what aches the heart most, si when these distances exist on some subtle planes, a beautiful write, keep enriching the world of poetry. a clear cut 10+++
Paths are hot on my trail And eyes...... as always they do...... Behind, far behind Are nailed to apertures in the door.....bravo, bravo a very beautiful and powerful write indeed with nice flow and the words which can be felt...thanks 10+++++ and A+++++++++ rgds asif
a touching work which always make me cry..i like the flow of your piece..naizz
a heartfelt poem very well and touchingly said..that path of that young poet which was smilar for many others poet..that ears which never hear what once when the heart needed a support..that faith in that young poet had a vision for his future and knew that the eyes which was desert will be one day an ocean of trust and pleasure...10++++
i really enjoy reading this one.. keep writing good ones :) .. best wishes Angeline