Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
The Mist - Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
The mist was thick, the sky clouded;
The bus which I took was crowded.
It was afraid of gaining speed;
It was moving on with great heed.
The air was shedding drops of drew
Which were felt, but came not in view.
The sun did not open his eye;
You also know the reason why?
I was sitting on a side-seat;
The mistful scene did my sight meet.
But something I realized in it,
Hidden, implied and implicit.
Lo! When I exercised my thought,
A piece of lore from it I got.
Our soul like the sun in the mist
Is veiled, when great sins we commit.
Comments about The Mist by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You