tayyeba mustafa


Falcons Of Grains - Poem by tayyeba mustafa

When the falcons are humans,
and grains, pebbles are words,
these hollow devices carry no meaning,
but only differ in weight,

Appearances say falcons more powerful,
than these pitiless pebbles and blank grains,

Although fish, flesh or fowl all command life,
but no one can deny the bitter reality of life,
whatever is begotten, born and dies,
no one can be bigger,
and no one can be might.

some falcons carry pebbles in their pitiless beaks,
which may cause acrimonious flip of their strength,
fade not, neither forgotten and forgiven.

but some carry small grains,
which weigh less, Fade far away,
and dissolve and quite forgotten.

But when youth grows pale,
etherized and quite yellow,
the spear of cruel truth stuck away,
and death meets the poor falcon,
then all dissolves and moves away,
somewhere in the depths of seas or under the ground.

in monuments or in talks,
and seems as never have lived on this widening gyre,
but what moves on, is life and grains,
which florish, florid, forever.

so why not we be falcons of grains,
and not those of carrying pebbles,
which weight great and produce nothing but pain

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 22, 2012


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