Weep Holes Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
Weep Holes
Don't take us for the wall itself
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked through
We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness
Flow through us
The soil sucks the trees' roots till now
Till now the sorrow of waters
hasn't reached the earthen plank behind the walls
Earth has not seen the woebegone face of the sky
The wall hasn't learnt to shed tears
Wind even now expects to blow the leaves away
Empty polythene bags sputter on roads
That never had trees planted on sides
People drink blood of their own climes
And grow like germs
Bonfire conflagrations ignite every where
Smoke has turned the flowers black
Butterflies' wings look ashen
The dream's face will bend under pressure
And break into smithereens
Let the moisture come!
Let the clouds of pains burst!
Let the sky's sorrow descend to the earth!
Don't consider us the wall itself
Don't think we're but worthless
For when the earthen plank behind the wall
Gets soaked
We'll be there to let the sorrow
Of burdensome wetness
flow through us
Look! Our eyes do not have tears
But the mud of our dreams.
(Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
Don't take us for the wall itself For when the earthen plank behind the wall Gets soaked through We'll let the sorrow of burdonsome wetness Flow through us - bravo, bravo, bravo.... what a thought and a deep write Sir, the whole poem is superb each and every line, each and every word is well crafted....thanks 10 rgds asif
Beautiful poem to read. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing.
Bonfire conflagrations ignite every where Smoke has turned the flowers black Butterflies' wings look ashen The dream's face will bend under pressure And break into smithereens I liked these lines..... and the following ones... poem is very nice.... thx for inspiring me........ :) and my name means a grey cloud seen around mountain before rain..
So many lines I can quote to represent our time, our living, our civilization.So many are there...... a single line deserves 50 pages article at least.....'Wind even now expects to blow the leaves away'.....it could be a caption of the whole.....'People drink blood of their own climes / And grow like germs'......such a horrible experience we always facing in our third world life every moment.....'Smoke has turned the flowers black / Butterflies' wings look ashen'......what more we breath from this earth now......pollution in air, in social life, ethical and spiritual also looks ashen.......so...so.... Salute you poet...I salute your talent and the sensitive human heart you bear at least to cry for the lonely criers. Poet, Be your feet heavy on earth and last long.....long.... Regards my warm regards, 10+++++ pranab
All bright eyed and bushed tailed...off little red ridinghood went...and then she read your poem...now she cries two sets of tears...your kind and the kind of the wolf...and yet those wolf cries still play out into day's world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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fanastic write kept it up 10++ i enjoy everything about it