In loneliness shed to drift
Perilously perched on downward slant
Curled in a tortured twist
Bear pain, anguish of life, vacant gaunt
Warped blunt wisps and points
Lie hacked and broke in forlorn haunt
Colors of fall sorrow death
Thrown on wayside, cast shadows long
Broken stalk that held to life
To no one in particular or place I belong
Sway rolling I tumble on
Away away in silent pain I rustle along
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19th Mar,2013
Islamabad.
The poet depicts his feelings beatifully and symbolically...a bird perched on broken stalk. Life's sorrows and griefs really make us swaying on the broken stalks but somehow we survive the anguish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope the bird sits now on a flowery bough and sings the songs of happiness. :)