Let thy soul ascend to heights.
Mull the shimmer of those lights.
Open your bosom to the true.
That in the end you do not rue.
Let the truths shine in through.
Will dispense with all your blue.
Superb grace! Past human wit.
Ponder this where ever you sit.
Rainbows aren’t born to die.
Or to tickle a forlorn sigh.
Tiny drops that have it split.
Merge to oceans bit by bit.
Seen awhile in a peacock’s throw.
Surges also from sweat an plow.
They are the blocks of this life.
Pointers for man, to shun all strife.
Sift an rift of friends or foes.
From it wonders nature sews.
Stunning span and splash of colour.
Span the heavens as an honour.
Bent in homage to the creators might.
To ease an slake the creations plight.
Free your heart to muse and pause.
Would all this be, without a cause?
(Islamabad)
(May 02,2009)
Much beauty exposed in this poem. Weaved beautifully by the thread of nature! So enjoyed! ; D
This poem reminds me to take the time to stop and notice the beauties that surround me. Sometimes we are so busy we fail to notice the blessings of nature (and God) that are here for our enjoyment - obvious evidence that there is a Divine entity. This is beautifully written, colorful and soothing to the soul. Nice work, Saadat - worthy of a 10 +! Linda :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is beauty all around us and we don't have time to feast our eyes. It reminds me Frost's 'Stopping by the Woods'. It's written in smooth flow and beautiful images of Nature.