poet Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

Amputated Dreams

Cracks in my ugly mind
Broken hearts of egoistic sighs
Looking down
The streets of deserted highs
Dancing legs
And mystic eyes
Floor is all wet
But she is dancing wise
Please save me Lord
From this agonizing noise
O’ my God!
Either You are a tough examiner
Or I suppose to fall after every rise
My mother wants to see me
As if I am of a baby size
She wants to hold me tight
Against her bosom
For always
Look
There is blood everywhere
She is dead
And my dreams
Both lower limbs amputated
Still a Mona Lisa smile
Dances on the dry lips
Of our dreams

Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 24, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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Comments about Amputated Dreams by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

  • Abdul Athani (10/9/2009 11:46:00 PM)

    it is indeed a nice poem on a subject which i feel only a doctor can write with ease 10++

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  • Kesav EaswaranKesav Easwaran (12/6/2008 4:27:00 AM)

    a well thought out poem...the imagery of terror you bring in here is applicable to many a motherlands of many of us here, Kamran...despite all these terrors around us, we prefer a smile Mona Lisa style...who knows what behind? 10

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  • April Breeland (11/3/2008 8:10:00 PM)

    This is deep and incredible. Great Job.

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  • Anjali Sinha (10/28/2008 11:24:00 AM)

    I cannot understand this-
    lower limbs amputation
    inspite of this a Mona Lisa smile--
    Maybe too much for my poor head
    whatever-a different style
    +10 regards anju

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  • Blue Horizon (10/22/2008 5:31:00 AM)

    well u have presented a number of themes in this poem 'amputated dreams' and it's interesting to think abt them all

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  • Onelia Avelar (10/18/2008 4:04:00 AM)

    It's a quite expressionistic piece, as if composed by fragments, fragments of bodies, fragments of other portraits, fragments of dreams, bloody red drops. It is kind of an expressionistic word-paining in my eyes. regards, one

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  • Philippa Lane (10/18/2008 4:04:00 AM)

    This is a finely crafted poem. I like the structure, too. The ending is wonderful, so poetic - /But still a Mona Lisa smile/Dances on the dry lips/ Of our dreams/ - these lines are so beautiful. I wish I had written them. Please keep writing.

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  • Sathyanarayana M V SSathyanarayana M V S (10/15/2008 7:38:00 AM)

    Great thought. Great words. I liked the construction of small succinct lines so beautifully.....10

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  • Richa Dhodi (10/7/2008 12:45:00 PM)

    great piece, , ,
    man

    Ric Dhodi

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  • Reshma Ramesh (10/5/2008 12:46:00 PM)

    oh! wow........good one

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  • Aijaz Asif (9/22/2008 6:18:00 PM)

    it surely is a great poem shah sahib.....a 10 from me too thanks

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  • Ashraful MusaddeqAshraful Musaddeq (9/3/2008 4:37:00 AM)

    My 10 for this excellent piece.

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  • Sulaiman Mohd YusofSulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/20/2008 4:42:00 AM)

    bravely written.................with great meaning

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  • Ted Sheridan (11/24/2007 9:38:00 AM)

    Your spirit has not been amputated. You have written a remarkable tribute.

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