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Far, far away is my village!
Where fireflies of my childhood
Still glow in thick folliage
Of Pipal trees.
My lisping words
As they fell from my lips
Are still alive
On old, bent, dying stairs
Of the long-deserted house!
Like rapiers thrust into silence.
Far, far away is my village!
Where darkness
Spreads its wing before it is evening
Tick-tocking sound of the flour mill
Long flights of birds
Going far, far away
Tinkling bells
All become a single tune
To drown into the dark lake
Of night.
Far, far away is my village!
Where I saw
Dreams of happy days to come
While learning my lessons
In the dim light
Of hurricane lamp.
Far, far away is my village!
Where reflections of my first love
Still linger
Where paths are shrouded
In sadness
And loneliness laced with secret longings
Peoples fields, ponds, the school
And trees herded together.
Far, far away is my village!
Where wind still finds
Its way in moonlit nights
Through silent streets
And sleepy courtyards
Calls for me in silence
And turns back, not finding me.
Wind has the same old habit
The same old routine
But life has trampled me
Under direction-less feet
Of crowds in cities.
(Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Sangnam Nam
(8/8/2009 8:07:00 AM) |
So beautiful...
fireflies of your childhood
glowing in thick
dark forest in the night time
Sangnam Nam is LIsa Nam
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Matt Mooney
(7/27/2009 5:37:00 PM) |
My story and yours are not that different. Emotion and nostalgia beautifully expressed by you. I am going to put a new poem up called Landing Place. Have a look at it later.
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Patrick A. Martin
(7/12/2009 9:54:00 PM) |
Yes Nasir like the mountain is the village oh to hold it for a second would be like having it forever but alsas it is only for the dream time. A wonderful work is this.
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Saadat Tahir
(6/29/2009 2:08:00 PM) |
Wonderful nostalgic piece
deep lovely a bit sad and melancholy…always montage is…. Reminds me of the return of innocence (ENIGMA) … and strangely of my childhood memories came flushing gushing back
I could have written this poem..from my heart... any time.... but it is done penned too beautifully... a pleasure to read
great poem
cheers
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Ritty Patnaik
(6/24/2009 8:50:00 AM) |
naseer....one feels nostalgic going back to the roots, and childhoodd memories remains in some corner in the heart.great poem!
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jim hogg
(6/7/2009 7:43:00 PM) |
I like this Naseer. The atmosphere and images are strong and convincing.
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Shashendra Amalshan
(5/29/2009 11:31:00 PM) |
But life has trampled me
Under direction-less feet
Of crowds in cities'
you know what Naseer you bring nostalgic memories of my village too.we all have come to cities, running a rat race..yeah we feel the villages calling us... yet like strangers we pay a rare visit to our native villages every now and again.. nice one indeed10 +++
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David SmithWhite
(5/15/2009 7:36:00 PM) |
The rustic out-of-time world you create here brings your village very close! A wonderful and evocative poem. Well done!
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Nithya Raghavan
(5/11/2009 1:49:00 PM) |
it was a beautiful poem.it reminds me of my birth place, though i was born in a city.
i liked the lines 'dream of happy days to come,
while learning my lessons,
under a dim hurricane lamp'
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