[03] Grief Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
[03] Grief
When the kites fly in the sky
Like lovely tall ladies
A dark cloud extends
To the north-west horizon
Unseen aroma of pollen
Still spreads desire like magician
Exists like happiness
Without length width or height
But grief cuts heart
With a silent scissor
As soft like marmalade
As sour as tamarind
Is the grief final
As the death
For one and all
For living and non-livings
Poem 07
Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012
Copyright Writer
Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9
But grief cuts heart With a silent scissor As soft like marmalade As sour as tamarind.. grief, death, kites, ladies........ so many thoughts in such a short poem. thank you dear poet. tony
A very beautiful poem, well -penned and well- thought of. Interesting philosophical questions to raise too, whether grief is final and fatal or not...I think grief is unescapable yet we can overcome it if we search deep inside for strength and if we excavate our hearts to search for the precious moments of joy and bring them to the surface...
lovely scripted... 'grief cuts heart.. like a silent scissor'.. wonderful...10++++.
I can clearly see why your poems are in the top 500. Well done, you deserve it as your words are pure poetry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 2:09:38 AM # 1.0.0
Is the grief final As the death? For one and all Living and non-livings? ...... what an indepth and philosophical thinking, inspiring about universal thinking..... good and powerful thinking...10