A Dream I Have To Write Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

A Dream I Have To Write

Rating: 4.8


A dream
I have to write
On the wooden slate
Of a child
Playing traunt from the school.

A moon
I have to write
On the forehead
Of a woman
Swarthier than evetide darkness.

A song
I have to write
On the frozen lips
of the wind
Passing through
A bamboo forest.

A name
I have to write
On an unmarked
Grave stone
In a memorial cemetry.

(Translated from Urdu to English by Dr. Satyapal Anand and from English to Spanish by Dr. Teresinka Pereira)

Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Catrina Heart 24 November 2009

different dreams, different forms of creation...loved it! ! !

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Marieta Maglas 16 November 2009

A name I have to write On an unmarked Grave stone wonderful symbolistic confessional poem, lovely to read............ 10++++++++++

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Honest Heart 30 August 2009

WOOOOOOOW! ! ! .......GREAT POEM......

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Onelia Avelar 08 August 2009

The magic consistence of poetry is sometmes just in a few lines as here: frozen lips of the wind Passing through A bamboo forest... which makes you dream...

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Mark Nwagwu 05 August 2009

bamboo forests, how i love bamboo forests, so dream on and write on Nasser. I just wonder what your work will be like i the original Urdu togue. this is simple and profound. mark

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Dutendra Chamling 21 July 2016

Naseer Ahmed Nasir! Beautiful poem.

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Najma Ilyas 18 July 2016

Each morning I wake up with a hope to see a new beautiful message from you Sir! ! ! Thank you for making my day. Sincere Regards.

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Onelia Avelar 15 January 2010

A dream, a moon, a song, a name...things worthy to be written - wonderful poem... I was thinking, how good that you have written it - now, probably months after it came to the world, I can read it! So, do keep writing...dream, moon, song, name...

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Mamta Agarwal 05 January 2010

nothing escapes your compassionate eyes. the first A dream I have to write on the wooden slate of a child playing truant from school made me smile, but as i read on i was touched by the images; such is the effect of your poetry, it lingers on long after one has logged off. Naseer. Regards Mamta

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Ibrahim Khawar 01 January 2010

Simply beautiful sir....! ! !

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