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Famida Basheer Poems
aatmaa he said your soul it must awaken it sleeps the sleep of the untried
</>So that is how it is! Its not as if the sun comes up and the sky is abruptly glorious and everything suddenly spurts and blooms.
walk in the woods-1
Once more along a bracken wood walk where the branches whisper their family secrets while mynas admonish restless baby monkeys
I taste the limpid moonlit night; the wandering cloud aglow with thirst; whose liquid bowl innards seduce the stars with promises of old...
Walk away into the other room.Walk away. What will I find there except a void full of all that is not the previous room. A better void because it is
All true the spattering of rain upon the disillusioned and the brave dousing grasshoppers and crowds intentional and knave
The End So all must die and I must too not at peace in my own bed
You saw her striding through her life shaking off the relics of her own penury of purpose; Her eyes seeking without knowing. You watched as she hastily dried the rain
Speak says the eagle and the screeches in the caverns shatter the rocks.
The Wasting Ways of War
They all weep. War poems, Documentary scripts File pictures, all cry that War is about the brave men;
My goldfish died She lay there floating in her morning bowl while her sister chewed upon her guts in silent rebellion
I watch the bleating evening clouds Explain themselves to soaring trees Who wield their sticks on swaying knees.
I stood upon a pedestal That grew With it I rose To heights so high
Comments about Famida Basheer
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aatmaa he said
it must awaken
it sleeps the sleep of the untried
I unhitch my sari
lift its end over
to cover my head
there must be some truth
in what he says
he is the guru
I the creature
I bow low in reverence
that only my humility
is the answer
to a question I never asked...