The Grave Of My Love Poem by shakil ahmed
The Grave Of My Love
The grave of my love
Has become a myth
Of ancient kingdom.
Forgotten smiles of long ago
Don't reverberate now
In the mirror of my heart.
Standing on the dusty village path
My sobbing eyes
Can't see the shadowy figure,
Regathering the threads,
From the canvas of memory.
Many times,
After the end of devastating day,
I tried to blow
The dying embers.
Sometime I felt
Pigeon of my mind
Nibbles on my heart
Suffocating me like strangled man
Of terrible scaffold.
My sobbing eyes,
Full with droplets of tears,
Wait for a force
That will slither away
Crimping darkness, and
Wandering clouds
From the sky of my heart
Thriving it
Like a wild flower of
Lovely evergreen forest.
The imagery use in the poem is truly beautiful. Touching the heart of the reader.
A good attempt in the chapter of love, Shakil. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks
This is a marvelous poem on love having stunning expression. Nice penmanship. Let me quote some lines.. . My sobbing eyes, Full with droplets of tears, Wait for a force That will slither away Crimping darkness, and Wandering clouds From the sky of my heart. Nice metaphor too. Thanks.
This was very creative! I like the amount of depth you put into your love KW
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/22/2024 5:29:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Marvelous imagery to depict the pain of lost love. A 10.