So many ways I think thee
my thousand stir of dreams have broken
as the drifted clouds
as the ripples of ocean
petals of the roses have grown wither
my moon's eyes have covered with shadow
sometimes her pale black mystic
face has made an illusion,
as the chaos has risen within the bean
I have alienated through time,
isolated from you,
my love,
It has grown again as stratified
rock beneath the ocean
layer by layer in course of time
where the footprint
of ripples marked as the sign of life
It has metamorphosed
and seemed compact
with a few traces of tears,
on the dark stone
where till it's a little bit alive -
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
August,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Metamorphosis the three syllable word like time scale Past present and future or we can say the crown of three horn.. change is the basic phenomenon at the same time we abhor that's what we say Inertia of mind, here asper thepoet changes in lime span has been portrayed and the cause is the pain..pain of separation.. well penned sir