On sullen winds sighs and screams
Today’s blotted twilight creeps
Torments the darkness weaves and weaves
A bang, a blast, another yet another
Hearts parched hands smother
Nature’s whip cracks and cracks
How long to bear Fate’s whacks?
you have captured a rich moment in condensed manner! keep writing your thoughts so rich! ! !
A fine thought in good rhyme. Unless and until we realize ourselves and live through Holy Qur'an, we will be in troubel.
natural calamities and artificial calamities, a fertile poem on unfertile mind, , , , nice one it must be identified
every one need the answer of his/her riddle, same case here penned by you, nature calamities have strong reason behind but beyond the reach of our thoughts...well elaborated with rich use of heavy diction..Fabulous
When Nature's whip lashes fall on us, when blasts and bangs echo from every corner and thus when continually plagued by torments from nature and man, we wonder how long we can brave all these whacks! ! Life has lost its brightness and is blurred by a twilight! ! A poem pfofound and subtle! !
i associate my sentiments with shahzia about the theme and treatment of this poem, [echoes of Eliot's 'when the evening is spread, , ] here spreads the twilight, , [ thanx to u for yr kind words on my poems ]
Outcome of deep pondering over the perplexity of life.... Everything moves in mysterious way, where, why and what for, no one knows... This is, in fact, a tangle to those who think about as Walpole says Life is a comedy for those who think... And tragedy for those who feel Nice write, I loved reading it.. S-Jan
Conflict is part of life, fate can give us a whack and it makes us learn the hard way! Great write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching lines as such.Well done and well written.