I have wrung out my life
And left it to dry on the clothes-line of time.
From this detached vantage I can see it
Dance merrily
In the Zephyr of an understanding smile.
Shudder and cringe
In the wind-chill of indifference...
Singe and burn
In the Shamal of barbed words...
And I wait patiently for the Haboob
To tear it off the clothes-line and
Set it free.
A nice poem written in poetic diction. Lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
interesting metaphors for a well penned short poem. Your 1st here.. Keep on writing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Asha, Fantastic write on the harsh realities of life and its response to this situation. Imagery and the language and vocabulary complement one another to render the poem a class of its own. Beautiful! You have true in-born poetic talent. Nurture it by reading, reading and reading. And write more and share with us on ph, who eagerly await good poems. Pl do! a ten too short for this exquisite one.