Parched Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Parched
A blazing sun orbits the sky
Painting in pale blue expanse the futility
Of resisting the patterns of fate
Beneath the acacia a cat sleeps the slumber
Of the satiated belly and of thoughtlessness
Inviting the stare of green-eyed envy
From the window nothing is in sight
But the blurred future of a lover who chased
Obsessively the shadow of love
Heat is seeping into the curtained houses
Pouring a steady stream of consciousness
That body is at war with itself
Words too are parched and wait for a dip
In flowing waters with the zeal of a protagonist
Who must sail alive to the epilogue.
Cinematographic and poetically artistic, this deeply felt poem is as enchanting as it is unforgettably, unique. A Conatelation od Stars, dear Poetess
Wow, the sun sets the scene, the immortal acacia tree stretches its shelter for this green eyed envy, then the muse spills it's true wants, the last two stanzas are riddles between the poet and her secret t. This is a true masterpiece, knowing the setting and the terrain helps! Be proud!
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5/3/2024 5:54:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
When I look at the sky I feel the same, am ecstatic and fascinated by the grandeur of it. Full STARS