Realm of Poetry
When surrounding clamour and noise abate
After the end of a weary day
And a chilling loneliness grips me
I lose myself in the realm of poetry
I take my pen and start struggling
To capture words from scraps of memory
I try to weave a garland of words
For my own satisfaction.
Much has been written about love
Betrayal and the like
Much has been written about sky,
Stars, moon and galaxies
I roam everywhere like illusory cloud
To find a theme of my poem
Being frustrated, I write my own story
And slowly it turns into a poetry
After finishing my writing
With great care
I give it a paternal touch
Because I love my poem very much.
The writing of a poem is simillar to a childbirth.Pain, sadness, happiness and love.Good poem!
Generally a poet goes to realm of poetry when clamour and noise get abate and the surrounding remians calm with loneliness. He captures words from scraps of memories to weave a garland of words. He goes on writings on sky, stars, moon, galaxies, illusory cloud, nature, life and many more. Frustration is also reflected in the poem. Dear Shakil, you have so nicely inscribed these in your poem. Beautiful poem shared. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great writing is a great sanctuary. This is a great poem, Shakil.