Shadowed by smog
The trees stand apart
Bricks and walls
Between every communication
As words shape onto the page
Lettering into a confession
Smog sails into the mood
Like a ghost lurking around
Every happiness
To clamp down on celebration
Like the security force
Of a dictator
Smog surrounds the city
Hovers over the meetings
Steals into private rooms
Builds walls between lovers
I want to meet you in November
But smog is between us
Smog of doubt
Smog of confusion
Smog of distrust
Smog of delusion.
"The smog is between us/smog of doubt…" fantastic, Nosheen. The smog enveloping cities towns and villages is nothing. It is the smog that divide people that matters.. lovely take…
Congratulations, Nosheen! This excellent poem in ranked among The Best Poems of Members featured on PoemHunter. A most deserving recognition. All the best Friend.
Like a ghost lurking around... wonderful. It gives me immense pleasure to revisit this wonderful poem dear poetess Nosheen. Stay blessed.
Full score for this enigmatic smog. To my favourite too.........
Smog of doubt, confusion, distrust, delusion of man while the smog of November creeps into each life.
Dear Nosheen, i have never read such a beautiful poem - smog of nature compared to smog of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smog everywhere in everything. Liked the way you have expressed things.5 stars.