Enigma Poem by P A NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

P A NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

P A NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

PATHIRIPPATTA - po, KANDOTHKUNI, Kakkattil-via, Kozhikode, Kerala, India

Enigma

Rating: 4.7


When a mother pats her child,
when a joey is lulled in the pouch,
when an infant cries for the breast,
when young crows are fed,
when ants ferry with grains,
when the moon sinks into the blue,
when rain drops hang on the leaves,
when night lulls us to sleep,
when a comet flies into the unknown,
when a glow worm guides a maiden,
when cricket makes merry in the dark,
when an old man seeks from the sky,
when my nerves pulse in a rhythm,
I am touching my heart with my palm
to make out the mystery of its beats.

Enigma
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suresh Kumar Ek 20 September 2020

when the poet finds the mystery He becomes a saint, Noushad

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Niken Kusuma Wardani 26 September 2009

Deep meaning in nice rhyme. tks for share

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Tara Chettur 21 July 2009

The poem carries a melody....which is excellent!

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Chitra - 07 July 2008

great metaphor! very insightful

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Mroy Jose 15 May 2008

deep insight about life.

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P A NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

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PATHIRIPPATTA - po, KANDOTHKUNI, Kakkattil-via, Kozhikode, Kerala, India
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