pakeeza rizvi


Cortile Of Old House.... - Poem by pakeeza rizvi

Along with their desolate fortune,
Old parents waiting for their unsparing children,
Who left them in the barren garden,
For the sake of their ambitions,
They omit them between the world,
When they needed love and care,
They gifted them with despair,
Inspite their aloofness,
Blear eyes still searches for them,
In the cortile of old house,


Every evening they sit together,
Share their griefs with each other,
Collect their broken dreams,
with lots of tears and scream,
hold each other hands,
As they are the passenger of the same land,
In the cortile of old house,


I know that one day they will sleep,
In the lap of grave,
But their sorrows will remain,
Gloom words left,
Inconvenient plaints shout ever and ever,
In the cortile of old house,


Whole night and the entire day,
They worry about them and pray,
Old memories tease them,
Tear their hearts with a sharp condemn,
With the passage of time,
Their wounds heal,
Time will not come back,
But must repeats itself,
It may be possible that,
After a stumble of time,
Those who rejects heaven in the earth,
Will be the next passenger,
In the cortile of old house,

Topic(s) of this poem: sadness


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015



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