The Red Blanket Poem by Rafiq Sandeelvi
The Red Blanket
Pale, consumptive face
parched lips
sunken cheeks
withered ribs
lifeless knees
sweaty joints
the chest - like a bellow
gripped in stridor
sagging, eternally half-closed eyes
Dense, phlegmatic breaths
a whirlwind
rising from the spine
spiraling in the head
blending with the blues
a chronic pain
in the ancient tuberculosis
blood writhing in the veins
the body, wasting away.
What do I do?
this thick, grubby, red blanket
has enveloped me from head to toe
I want to kick it away
I want to smile.
(Translated by Zafar Syed)
you're a very skilled poet :) i love the way your poems are so descriptive and fluid. keep it up: D
Great use of language and imagery to paint a great poem for a intriguing concept.
Intense with the pain of getting old so wonderfully expressed, kick off the mindset and smile! Great write!
What do I do? this thick, grubby, red blanket has enveloped me from head to toe I want to kick it away I want to smile. You can smile that way as well! What's wrong with thick, grubby, red blanket? Life is about living... feeling what you feel. NOthing tragic about the old age..If youth could be cherished, why can't old age as well be?
you capture situation in a heavnly way, stay connected to words.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/27/2023 6:24:49 AM # 1.0.0.1113
You right with a lot of meaning and skill!