Of Dreams, Young And Old Poem by Nosheen Irfan

And change is the salt of the life, with time everything changes and we need to learn the art to cope up with all situations by enjoying it in our own ways. Another thought provoking poem.10++++

A brilliant poem about life, dream and time.. worthy of profuse admiration.

This poem is so honest, perhaps more honest than I can bear to admit. You blend the beauty of the season of autumn with its harvest and hope followed by winter and discontent. But the prevailing impression is the need to reconcile our hope with realities and not false dreams. (If only we could by an act of will - a double will, you and I change this reality into a Dream of Paradise Let's try - OK! !)

حد درجہ بھیا نک ہے تصویر جہاں نازش دیکھے نہ اگر انساں کچھ خواب تو مر جائے

Like the naked trees! Nice piece of work.

Your subtle observances versus grand sweeping generalities intrigued me from the start. More is said about you and about your subject when illustrating with words about the curve of the mouth. To think that even this small thing was electric. Then comes the person laid bare. The raw metaphor of the tree abandoned by birds and leaves alike. Sad and melancholy in honest portrayal.New hearths needed to be lit by the flame of youth. You have the eye for life and we are the lucky ones for it.