(i) The maple leaf flew
away on the wings of wind
It didn't have time to tremble
before it fell on the ground
littered with dead leaves.
(ii) The clouds hide the sky
from human eyes
but it is still there
behind the curtain of sorrow
trying to weep
for a heart murdered
and for a hope stabbed.
(iii) The mountains echoed my grief
I climbed up to find bliss
in their steep rise
to the apex where joy grows
from a touch of the sky.
(iv) The petals fall one by one
The ground is hungry for more
I close my eyes
The mirror reflects my face too clear
Oh, I'm growing old.
(v) I sit beneath the night sky
Looking up for hope
in a million stars
as they face the darkness
shining and smiling.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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You have always been a talented writer, but you are taking leaps and bounds. Marvelous poem!
Shining and smiling! To respect the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.
Good short poems are like thoughts and colors to me. Both never have an end.. these short poems are also very good
Good ones indeed! Loved (iv) . Great depth there. (10)
You know before I saw your comment that my poem inspired you, I felt our common presence in these short poems, especially i and v, but it's whole ensemble that links us. But iv - I should have written that one on growing old! ! You're much too young to pen such thoughts. But it's a sign of your poetic sensitivity. I really like the closing of v with the ever shining stars smiling over the same circumstances that cause us to pause and feel melancholy. And 1 is so delicate I had to read it in a whisper.
Thank you so much Daniel for inspiring me with your great writings. I wanted to pass them off as Taoist poems but I was not sure if they did justice to the form n structure n the philosophy of Taoism. Therefore I just used the heading of short poems. I'm glad you liked them n felt your presence in them. I'm delighted. But I must say your Taoist poems are par excellence. I'm just a beginner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very lovely - reminds me of Tagore.
Thanku Barry. It's too big a compliment.