Whenever I am happy
The maternal eyes stare
Who had lost her child
In the bus accident
Can I still be happy?
Whenever I relish food
The hungry saliva drips
From hungry stomachs
Teasing my appetite
Can I still gulp my food?
Whenever I sing
The retired ear drums beat
Vestigial vocal cords vibrate
Of many talking eyes
Can I still hum a tune?
When I sleep in my mansion
Sad penury glares
Out of the deadly black night
Making me ghastly scared
Can I still sleep?
And I lay awake….
When I sleep I see clearly remains of done up fish in the immensity of sky Beautiful pigmentation in otherwise bland but very present spectre of guilt Shabash Abha
I like your manner of writing … and it in a verse you originally underline that people remembered others, … (and about rich which too sincere «a help hand …» though «Whenever» only the god with can 'think' …sincere
This Journey we are all upon, is not easy one, some dropp out hardly before it's begun, others go on and on, we are given this gift no matter how short or long, no need for guilt or tears, just remember those that went before us and hold them dear... Andy 10
Hello poet friend and this poem is perfect. Great work, I'm honored to have someone like you read and review my poems. Thanks for sharing, LC
dear abhaji, your words will follow everyone until death.... poet is a someone sentensed for life... you punished me while i am a freebird...
This is just too good..the breathing between two worlds..how sensitive and how depressing...you have a way with words...it was lovely! Best wishes, Gul
you write magic abha... and you write about such strong emotions... so true.. hats off to you......! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
really nicely written...with sensitivity and feeling.. best wishes, mehreen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem... it exposes the dilemma faced by us all..how right is it to enjoy whn others suffer but most us end up ignoring it n live in a illusion rather than face ourselves!