My Scattered Thoughts Xi Poem by Shahzia Batool
My Scattered Thoughts Xi
...well, you know what! ! !
I could never befriend with the blowing breeze
as I don't know
why she has grudges against me
may be, for I keep covering the candle
of hope
shading it by my own both hands to keep it lit,
burning and lighting,
killing the dense darkness by a tiny flame...
her scary blows terrify me while making me so strong...
This mortal life does not recycle
here seasons come but ONCE...
All this while I've been daring to touch the fire
Which turned into a pyre
Though I took it as a light…
and got my fingers burnt
Neither a matter of right and wrong
nor any crime and sin
But…an error of judgment..
And you see it will be difficult to write a poem
With those raw fingers
Which seem to have lost the connection
Where they used to receive
The signals from my soul…
As if the vital cord is at peril of being broken
What if you let the lamp getting extinguished
But when it starts getting dimmer and dimmer
you pour some more oil to keep it alive and lighted
see, what you have done
have a look at the fruit of your kind concerns
it dares to give
some more old light to the world
yes, it is lighting now
from a mere dying flicker
to a high flame! ! !
regards,
Shahzia
Let no hope extinguished in hearts Put thousand candles In Burning At the niche of love As lit for hope in hearts Your scattered thoughts are Scattered light in dark As dawn For hope
I am sure you are not a dying lamp Shahzia - we all feel like this from time to time, indeed I have felt 'extinguished' for some time now. But flames have a habit of rekindling, so keep it going.
The lamp glowing within no wind can ever touch hands stronger than winds shielding it for eternity... Keep glowing!
It's a nice write, drawing the picture of our life as a candle light with so many discomforts... but still trying to keep it alight...... nice penning. You can read my poem Mortal life & give your feelings
insha'iya. nice work. may i say, admi, admi ki sunta hy. ye hi to sehr hy, swera hy. a beautiful poem to read. if you like music and abida parween. listen 'jee chahay'.
There is hardly a brighter light that the light of hope. Well done my friend!
I enjoyed this poem, it is very deep why do we keep our candles glowing and the oil if our little flame alive? Who knows maybe God if there s a Go but I do believe in the soul I suppose find out when my little light leave the world. BB: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 7:00:40 PM # 1.0.0
very good concept...breeze / lamp... but the beginning of the poem should have been better as you are a better poet..and after the 9th line, i think, the thought disconnected.. however, your poetry rocks..i love them...