If you strike a dagger in my chest
Do ponder
Air has no body.
Air is flow
Of running seas of life
It's a long story
Which has no beginning
And no end.
If you strike a dagger in my chest
Do ponder
Air is immortal
Air is mother's pat
Air is sound of a lullaby
Air is a prayer
Out of the mouth of babes!
(1983, Translated by Samina Amjad)
My friend a powerful write indeed, this should be voice on every poetry site available 10+
its prana that gives life to the body, we are because we breathe. its a great philosophical write. a title that immediately catches attention. Air has no body, air is flow. so is life... last lines are so beautiful. mamta
This poem is so cool. hands down lol. Ima pass this around to my friends.10/10
wonderful idea to ponder on, so, allow me to hit you back; 'Air' is the spirit, the 'dagger' cannot destroy it but Words can actually 'strike a dagger in my chest'
very nice. I hope air is immortal, but somehow I doubt this to be the case. I give you air's lifespan might seem immortal compared to a human life. In the end I am of the beleive that the sun is going to kill everything on this Earth; by the sun balloning into a red giant star out to Mars. If we, and I mean the human race cannot get along for a comman good we will die as if we never were! ! ! thanks my friend
Your work is very good and I hope you continue to write. Thank you!
You are a very tallented writer...this work is amazing. great job!
Ok this too is really good. Come and read some of my poems.... Ruthy....... please.
The vivid and important message of your poem is amplified by the power and clarity of its language.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am assassinated reading your verses