We hold in our palms
Many solutions to a quest
Also in our hearts
so close to our heaving breast
Blinded we balance
believe not what our eye sees
A sword in hand
ready to slash promising trees
Feelings left untended
sullied in much pointless jest
Waiting for somehow
to wrench from life its best
Nonchalant to approach
genuineness of an incoming crest
Stand on some pedestal
putting every word to a pointless test
We bob and drift
on the ebb and flow of waves
Seek out our bliss
in shallows of pointless raves
No warmth in hands
those that gingerly held with gloves
We grow the olives
those to sills are carried by doves
All this and more
fetching of the moon, its spree
Life silently holds
the plug and fates written decree.
original
14th Dec,2k12
Islamabad
olives and doves the symbol of peace.......................surmounting the fates decree........wow
Aweinspiring poem and d title esp attractd me as a muslim both olive n dove r special n dear. I saw thousands of doves in masjidul haram in mecca. And many here too in Daresalam where i live. None in pakstan? Have been there too. And u say, 'sword in hand ready to slash promisin trees.', impressive! And i also admire d 'nonchalant...crest line. God bless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The rhymes always in your hand, and again see you doing awesome in a vacation...this is great for you, and above all i love the meaning and lines...a fantastic work...no need to thanks, what you deserve just accept it..okay_Soul