A Pen Of Reed Poem by Abid Khokhar

A Pen Of Reed



Once I was embedded in earth,
My roots were short but firm in crust.

I sucked water and swayed with blows,
That flowed to me, from yonder snows.

Me lived in silence and had no blames,
'To stand and stare' were the only games.

Suddenly I felt, a hit below;
I heaved a cry, no one can trow.

I was not standing, no more erect;
My feet had gone, much pained in fact.

My leaves were trimmed, and body got naked;
I felt so sorry, on the dagger and hatchet.

A few days later, was put in furnace
Me felt so hot, saw red my surface.

Cut into pieces and shaped into bundle,
I went to a girl, who held me and fondle.

Happy was she, to hold in her hands,
Forgot those pains, I had in sands.

She went in the kitchen, returned with a knife;
Chopped my head, and made a 'qalam right.


My face was slanted, my nose was cut,
Ready to write, a pen of reed gut.

Now I am teeming, in Tahira's hands
Forgot altogether, those remote lands.

Pen in English, Qalam in Arabic
Now you know, the whole of my fabric.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mel Vincent Basconcillo 22 April 2009

the rhymes paint a colorful picture of the meaning of this poem.. astonishing write great work!

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Pind Dadan Khan, Pakistan
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