A Journey To Eternity Poem by Uzma Jamil
A Journey To Eternity
Time is to take a jerky turn,
I blinkingly moved away,
The end is flawless,
Nostalgias awakened;
Poppies form a folly,
Right from the trooper,
An air of fragrance,
Moves all day along,
Six feet below is to lie thee,
Swiftness moves terribly in autumn,
Leafless trees,
Branchy structure with the bulky mass,
All day long enjoy the melody,
One right word…..
Rises all spirits high,
Journey to the heaven continues,
Bodies surrender,
Souls activate,
Moving towards eternity.
The upward call of eternity! An inspired poem! Well done; D
Journey to the heaven continues, Bodies surrender, Souls activate, Moving towards eternity. i agreed with your say what you expressed in this poem. phlosophical way of depth in this poem makes the idea more impressive and soul knowcking..because you tried to disclose the really..soul, body and the relationship between intangible and tangible things make the life running ahead.. but all go to end when there is no linkages between..yes uzma, life is every but nothing.. loved this poem a lot and read it few time and enjoyed the idea...wish you never stop writing...and always write such type of good poems..best of luck
Bodies surrender, soul active , wonderful truth steeped with high spirituality. Too nice a poem shared by you! ! Thanks, Best regards. Sudipta Bhattacharyya.
Woah imaginative awesome poem on souls leavin the body! Extraordinary job! Pls coment my latest poem.
Woah imaginative awesome poem on souls leavin the body! Extraordinary job! Pls coment my latest poem.
Woah imaginative awesome poem on souls leavin the body! Extraordinary job! Pls coment my latest poem.
A beautiful thoughtful poem. A journey continues on to heaven,
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 8:35:43 AM # 1.0.0
six feet below is to lie thee... clap clap the poem sounds somewhat a transition from coldness to hope. good work