The Lost Charms Poem by Khairul Ahsan
The Lost Charms
When the poet had his charms on you,
The twinkling stars spoke of love,
The dancing flowers sang of love,
The twittering birds forgetting all other things,
Celebrated amorous delight fluttering their wings,
The gentle breeze whispered love wherever it blew.
Now that the poet has lost his charms,
The stars do not twinkle,
The moon doesn’t smile,
The flowers do not dance, but just
Stand to attention.
The birds find their ways apart to fly away,
The brook doesn’t babble but stills.
The breeze gets too heavy to blow.
The trees shed their leaves, while
A shroud of melancholy covers the poet’s mind.
Dhaka
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05 October 2015
Dear Poet Seema, Thanks for reading my poem. I am glad that you found it 'interesting and thought provoking'.
a wonderful poem with different thoughts, a touching poem, i like it, thanks for sharing. if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your impartial comments.
@Shakil Ahmed, Thanks for reading my poem and for the comment you left here. I've just read your poem 'Winter' and commented on it.
The world takes on the mood in the heart of a poet. Wonderful poem, Khairul.
So nicely envisioned about a poet what can he do? When the poet had his charms, the twinkling stars spoke of love. When the poet had lost his charms, the stars do not twinkle, the moon doesn’t smile, the flowers do not dance etc. This reveals that the pen of the poet is mighter than the weapons. Marvellous depiction. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing dear Khairul, keep the ball rolling.......10
Thank you so much, Kumarmani, for your generous rating. Much inspired by your appreciation of my poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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An intense write where the poet seems to be in a melancholic mood, possibly overseeing the gloom in the human society all over the globe.Thanks for expressing the concern.
Thank you Amitava, for your thoughtful comment you've left here after reading the poem. I am much inspired by the comment.