May I begin with an ambition
In my space with cold corners
Where my keys are lost every day
To the humming voice of refrigerator
The cricket that still tells me
You need to let the others know
The way out is across the window
I wish to look through in the air
But for that lady who drives a black car
Done up like for show on the runway
Had I been living on a border post
The cold winds would have abrazed
My skin and parched my lips
The similarity though is not unlike
What you do when loneliness enwraps
Be it the height of mansions or low
On the top of hills the falcons bow
25/11/2009
From: The Groove
This is a beautiful poem, Sadiq, a bit symbolic but a good example of broken imagery. Best wishes. Naseer
'On the top of hills the falcons bow' Great and symbolic. CP
the thought is directly ends with the statement.....that 'ambition is to be studied''...
'The way out is across the window'...yes; and you lead us through a beautiful way...to a beautiful poetic way...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lots of images painted here...wonderful poem! ! !