HUR – a reluctant poet in Islamabad – has sent a lovely poem. It was left as a comment on a post but deserves to be highlighted and posted as a stand alone object of beauty…
On a Clear Day – A poem by HUR
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Dara Shikoh with a saint [Src: A. Mittal]
yes
we should cherish
clear days
few and far in between
for am a cloud
floating
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A new Poem
Window 2×2 without a View
A low 2×2 window
painted dark green
on the outside
faced a wall
dug with undying
will to die in the name of God.
She had stood up
against the window
for six years out of her eight
and looked at the idea
beyond the room
filled with orphans and abandoned.
She had twenty five
of the thirty chapters in her heart,
she could recite them all
to the pleasure of the Almighty.
The carnage she was
told was His will.
Other than hunger
she was free from
pain and despair.
She had never tasted a bullet,
hamburger or even a
bar of chocolate cheese.
Television, merry go round,
song and dance had
not crossed her life.
She was too young
for lipstick, eyelash or mascara.
She also was too young for this massacre.
Two by two window
with dark green paint
and a hint of white turned all black
that day.
The wall was bombed to rubble
but opened a view.
HUR
23 July 2007
Islamabad
Raza Sahib,
This one is fresh.
HUR
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Wrenches the very last emotion out of any breathing soul…breathtaking!
Thoughtless in thought of nothing
I see thee watching
blind and obscure hole it was
parting between two worlds
or there are many
I wonder…my vision would ever encompass
I wish I could see the difference
A numbness in heart
A deafness of soul
A cry that may pierce heaven
Let’s moan to ourselves
Death is amongst us
All doors closed
Those already escaped missed raven
who foretold his becoming was essential
to loose hold on hatred, envy and revenge
Lessen the burden of Earth O God
heavy like my heart
choked like my breath
it needs to lighten, freshen
All my prayers were heard
I saw…a window did open!