Forlorn Poem by Jahan Zeb
Forlorn
Like a corpse left behind
In desert by the caravan
That had to go on
On journey unfinished.
Or a toy left in dust
Far away from caring hands
By the child
Who hears father’s arrival.
Or a stranger who travels
Far and off knowing not his destiny
Slowly the sun sinks
Of home he thinks.
Tears no more
Eyes are dry
No strength to bear pain
No voice to cry
I am without you
Like a flower
On the coast of a dry sea
Bound to be twisted
Go not be with me
My life without you
Like a body
Living but without Soul
you sure know how to put life into your write, i always feel like i am watching it happen you create a piece with beauty of emotion and love...bravo sir
, , , this one is so good, , , each stanza is so meaningful, ,
Forlorn, the very word is like a bell/ to toll me back from thee to my sole self... how right our Keats is! such a thought might never allow you to stay in any (even faint) attempt of the strong refuge of imagination...a deep wistful expression is shared indeed! ! !
Poetic tears emerged as images of hurt scenes..good work, very descriptive! _Soul
Totally agree what Payal said regarding your poem, always finds wistful desires n unfinished panic conditions in your poem, nostalgic touch enhance ur poem's beauty too. well done. don't stop ur pen, keep penning ;)
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 3:34:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
living but without soul, good write, thanks.