I abhor to be all alone by myself
an old bottle stood on the shelf
Me my swooning soul all alone
with none but my shadow clone
Just there twirling my thumbs
mindless and just plain dumb
every time my silhouette says
How shall we both pass the days
Lonely as ive been for years now
not knowing the where or the how
Now that my shadow too has gone
dusky grey has left me forlorn
Wept an cried but zilch in return
My heart and soul hurtfully burn
What would be? As the time flies
shall I let bye gones be byes
Speak and tell me How to live
Seek someone who's there to give
surely someone better than me
must rub my eyes to look at thee
(Islamabad)
Just rub my eyes to see clearly, ....... Loneliness is finally to find us in crowland we dwell....as you may think it is blessing sometimes and part of healing for sick man.....it grows to development, indeed, we usually find some corner in seeking tranquility.....well done Doc.....10+++++
quite good the starting of the poem seems to have carried it till its ending
You are the phenomenon. Vivid images, sad yet strong tone and a neat breakout of stanzas. Simply amazing and I just love it. Ro’ya
Love you Sat... Wonderfully melancholic... seems like you are talking for me... very well written as always....
Your art pours like a fine wine. Thank you for the honour of sharing with us.....it would be a pity to keep it all to yourself: -) So lovely.
I could sense your emotions a great and wonderful write......................keep writing always :)
'I abhor to be all alone by myself Like an old bottle stood on the shelf' Strong immagination and rhymes Which kept me reading. I hope you stay on the shelf Looking silently on everyone Who wish to drink your inner wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Saadat, you make me smile and cry at the same time. smile, due to your style and choice of words, cry becuase you speak of a universal feeling that we all go through at some point in life. However, the true meaning of life we learn in those moments of utter loneliness, when we realise the only partnership one has is with Him. lovely write Mamta