When I asked her
A complicated question
Her scorching silence
Burnt me to ashes
I got mixed with the dust
Underneath her divine feet
She walked ahead
And I lost my identity
To my Motherland
Oct 29,2008
You're very patriotic Kamran and this piece reflects your divine patriotism to your Motherland.Brilliant expression! ! ! ! ! !
This piece is enigmatic! For a poet's lamentations about his Lost identity under the burden of belonging, which quashes his very history! Heart rendering, a moment of tragedy repeated world over.
the question of self analysis, identity, an effort for realization, reason for my being...there r so many questions put forth in front of significance of this world, and human weaknesses. it's beautiful in fact it's beautifully confusing. a complete n true picture of compulsory human dilemma.
if speech is silver, silence is gold...both of you lost your indentities...in different ways, of course...open and concealed...same Mother land? good interesting write, Kamran...10
short, beautifuland very deep write shah sahab....thanks fo sharing 10 for this wonderful work rgds asif
the cinerary under your feet will show you the depth of her desires ---delve deep and pick up the shreds from the dust ++++++10 regards anju (do read mine YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a great thought. U could have made it a bit clearer and cogent....still it is a great piece.