Don't take us for the wall itself
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked through
We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness
...
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All bright eyed and bushed tailed...off little red ridinghood went...and then she read your poem...now she cries two sets of tears...your kind and the kind of the wolf...and yet those wolf cries still play out into day's world.
thank for sharing - going to my favorite list to read again and again- : ( 10+ ' ' '
Message from Mary Spain: From: Mary Spain (United Kingdom ;) To: Naseer Ahmed Nasir Date Time: 8/3/2009 4: 30: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Hello Naseer - I have just read 'Weep Holes'. A very fine and thought-provoking poem, which needs to be read and re-read to be fully appreciated. At least the mud didn't clog your mind, there's a clear, crystal stream of perception flowing through the poem. Mary
oh..very nicely done.... thanks a lot for sharing...wonderful write!
A very interesting peice of work i love the penmenship your voice showers with colors true work of art^^ keep writing
Quite the thought provoking poem Naseer, i love it all. Not much to say left other then i agree with all the wonderful comments. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. :)
Bonfire conflagrations ignite every where Smoke has turned the flowers black Butterflies' wings look ashen The dream's face will bend under pressure And break into smithereens I liked these lines..... and the following ones... poem is very nice.... thx for inspiring me........ :) and my name means a grey cloud seen around mountain before rain..
Beautiful poem to read. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing.
Don't take us for the wall itself For when the earthen plank behind the wall Gets soaked through We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness Flow through us - bravo, bravo, bravo.... what a thought and a deep write Sir, the whole poem is superb each and every line, each and every word is well crafted....thanks 10 rgds asif
wonderful composition. well written. thanks for sharing. enjoyed it very much
I agree with the previous comments; a very well-written work, Naseer.
A superb composition. I liked at least two aspects of this poem - first, even if the tears ain't ripe, don't consider us the wall itself / don't think we're but worthless. Secondly, the recognition that only after deep and prolonged soaking, the tears flow..and let the heavens' sorrow descend the earth! .....wow... I must acknowledge a superior translation as well.
So many lines I can quote to represent our time, our living, our civilization.So many are there...... a single line deserves 50 pages article at least.....'Wind even now expects to blow the leaves away'.....it could be a caption of the whole.....'People drink blood of their own climes / And grow like germs'......such a horrible experience we always facing in our third world life every moment.....'Smoke has turned the flowers black / Butterflies' wings look ashen'......what more we breath from this earth now......pollution in air, in social life, ethical and spiritual also looks ashen.......so...so.... Salute you poet...I salute your talent and the sensitive human heart you bear at least to cry for the lonely criers. Poet, Be your feet heavy on earth and last long.....long.... Regards my warm regards, 10+++++ pranab