Burn
Whom
now to play a prey
No
fancy clouds to ornate
Time
bemoans to hibernate
Let
my angst be asleep
A
deep slumber to keep
Till
a Magpie soars to a height
To
kiss the nape of Sun's twilight
And,
hitherto, I shall return
Again
to burn, Again to burn!
Sadia this is wonderful...powerful close.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Keith :)
DeleteThoda complicated for me. Is this about the Sun or is it about hope or is it about something else? I wish it were in Urdu. The angst is so beautifully conveyed in that tongue.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rajesh for coming by :)
DeleteIt's about an unrevealed anxiety from some source, a source that burns the rest of some soul.....and, it's about the escape from the source ...
So beautiful, if only slumber could hold onto our angst.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to have you here, Kathryn ... Yes, even I wish so :)
DeleteThe repeating lines of your close really amplify the emotion of this piece. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jennifer :)
Deleteto kiss the nape of the sun,
ReplyDeleteyou would surely burn...it makes for some wonderful
passion play though...and nice rhyme scheme
to drive the flow...
Thanks, Brian :)
DeleteThe name might differ
ReplyDeletebut the identity wont change
your words have the passion unchained
It burned before
the flame still exists....
You know me inside out,
DeleteYou see the fire, too...
How the world pouts,
and, what I actually woo...
The world has burned before
Deleteit will continue to burn
for once start living for u ,
for u......
:)
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