Gloom Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Gloom
My heart misses something
With the thirst of a dry mouth
As dreams accumulate
In the belly of the day
I find my face looking
More like that of a bird
Longing to pick at the crumbs
Of daydreams
The clouds have been static
Pretending they have no rain
Inside their grey cottony bearing
But when a man goes out
Without an umbrella
A shower comes down with the eye
Of a hunter
The gloom grows more
No more a fledgling
But a cloud of smoke
Left behind by explosives
Gloom is now pure gloom
Like untrimmed shrubs
A home to hibernating insects.
A beutiful poem. I have a lot respect to your writing skills. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment on my poem entitled, 'Bud'. Stay blessed!
The gray mood og gloon perfectly created thru magnificent metaphors and images reach deep and far! A great poem. not a happy one but very successful in making us participate fully as we gently slide into a somber greyish side.
This is beautiful poetry. Nice flow and great concept. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Inadvertent typo: a lot of respect