Had I not known thee, what it would be
My melancholy heart, to shower tears
On the pyre aflame, O past midnight’s air!
The brooding silence, on what wings
Hast thou brought news so belated.
Ballads up from the skies descendeth,
On a shore to the seas, a heart is bled.
Angel of death, again importune
Thine ominous claws, for the pain thou cast.
On some other day, what it would be?
-To the great Indian Poetess ToruDutt(1856 -1877) , who wrote in French and English. She died of consumption at the age of 21.
“Absurd may be the tale I tell,
Ill-suited to the marching times,
I loved the lips, from which it fell,
So let it stand among my rhymes”.
(Toru Dutt)
Sadiqullah khan
Islamabad
March 13,2014.
Toru Dutt @ Authspot
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