And like the wings that fly too high
Love too gets tired
Don't complain the moon has waned
How long the fire can rage
How long can love be the moon, or the star or the fire
It has to tire of itself, of being too bright and imaginative
When you see its light dimming
And its fire becoming ash, don't be amazed
Nosheen Irfan © 2018
What’s truly amazing is the momentary lapse of Nature’s Will to allow a fire to be kindled at all. We ought to steal this moment of Nature’s accidental benevolence, its brief unmindful turning away, with no regrets that it’s ephemeral; the great equalizer will inevitably turn its Gaze back upon us!
No one should complain the moon. The light is dimming but life is perceiving tender love. A nice poem is excellently penned.10
Oh! What happened? Ph does not allow me to give a score for your poem and the link to MyPoemList is also missing!
Part 2 And after the fire goes out, what remains is just ash. Very true. Poignant expression. Wonderfully appropriate metaphors. Stinging the heart of the reader. A 100 and to MyPoemList..
Hi Nosheen, “Love too gets tired”- very truthful thoughts. At first love is a fire, burning everything else, may ve burning itself...very hot and scalding, singing.. slowly it cools down to a moonlike warmth., passion begone, shines bright... This stage also wanes in phases..... to twinkling little star-like dot of light. Beautifully written. The stars too set. And when love sets, there is absolute darkness and it is frigidly cold.. nice presentation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing, other than the ever-expanding universe, is infinite. Even the love of those who swear by it day in and day out has its own limitations. The poem seeks to probe the worth and the reality of the most intimate relationships. Thanks for sharing it, Nosheen.