A Dying Life Poem by Nosheen Irfan

A Dying Life

Rating: 5.0


In bed of illness
Fed
On the remnants
Of hope

Hearing the footsteps
Coming close
Tiptoeing
On the slender rope
Of breaths

Awake, asleep
Between
The blankness
Of
A blurred consciousness

Aching bones
On a well-stuffed
Mattress, warm
From long hours
Of sleep

The dimming light
Of heart
A glare
On burning pupils.


Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: illness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 17 February 2016

Illness is a curse and a reminder of good health how wasted in ignorance. Illness of body, mind, imagination etc..well covered in your poem.....Amusing.100+++

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Dr Antony Theodore 26 February 2016

The dimming light Of heart A glare On burning pupils. Aging and its concerns. very well portrayed dear poetess. wonderful imagination to get into the mind of those who are suffering. thank you dear poetess. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 26 February 2016

Aching bones! ! Death is part of us. Thanks for sharing.

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Navod Dilhara 27 February 2016

Lamentation is well expressed through out the poem!

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A touching treasure of tears that is pregnant with pain. Well done my friend. Such excellent imagery by a gifted poet!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 15 August 2021

On the slender rope of breaths.... scintillating expression

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Varsha M 03 August 2021

You have painted illness as it really looks. We all fear not dearh this feeling and fear.

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Unnikrishnan E S 03 August 2021

I read Siddharth Montik's comments too. It pains that he is no more.

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Unnikrishnan E S 03 August 2021

After many days, maybe years, I read my Malayalam translation of the poem too. But the original great poetry.

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Unnikrishnan E S 03 August 2021

Just made a revisit. This wonderful poem captivates the heart. After many days, maybe yeRs

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Nosheen Irfan

Nosheen Irfan

Lahore, Pakistan
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