Muhammad Shanazar

Veteran Poet - 1,176 Points (25-11-1960 / Pakistan)

The Open Eyes - Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

How often a thought of unfair deeds,
Terribly haunt my vain guilty mind,
Shaking inner self, core of conscience,
The wanton pleasures of indelible past,
Become tormenting, painfully torturous,
Make troublesome the whole existence,
And running substance changes into gall.

I set once my sheep and goats free,
To graze in the uneven green pasture.
Seeing something edible in my hands,
A bird after hovering over my head,
Rested slight afar, at distance safe,
Out of breath, bent the eyes to me,
With hopeful accosting innocent gaze.

It was beautiful, all shining blue,
But against cherished hope in mind,
I hurled a round stone with force full,
That fell too heavy on the too weak,
Instantly the delicate breathing life,
Was lying prostrate, crumbled, motionless,
With loose legs and flexible wings,
The limp neck hung with ajar beak,
The open eyes queried complainingly,
“O! Man what wrong did I do to thee? ”
And I justified not the deed in response.

Comments about The Open Eyes by Muhammad Shanazar

  • Sadiqullah Khan (5/16/2008 8:41:00 AM)

    sensitive write, , , , some good lines indeed, , (Report) Reply

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  • (2/27/2008 12:34:00 PM)

    The poem is a beautiful account of how on certain occasions an impulsive action can cause a sense of guilt and constant repentance for all times to come. A stone hurled with full force fell heavily on a weak bird and:
    Instantly the delicate breathing life,
    Was lying prostrate, crumbled, motionless,
    Tha limb neck hung with ajar beak,
    ''O! Man what wrong did I do to thee? ''
    Take care.
    Truly Uzma.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, August 23, 2010

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