On a Clear Day - A poem by HUR

 

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

On a clear day
When puddles run smooth
Umbrellas sit home
People wear white
And do not stain
Throughout the day,
You cloud my mind.

On a clear day
I do not fail
To carry this pain
Of rain, of lightening seeking
Heart of things,
Of trees afire
In rain, in vain.

On a clear day
You seldom smile
Or wink bemused.
You wait for clouds
And gales of hail
To play with scheme of
Things and me
On a dead clear day.

HUR, February 2007

These breath-taking images are courtesy mbukhari.