The Song Of Melancholy Poem by Nosheen Irfan

The Song Of Melancholy

Rating: 5.0

Spring came and went
The garden has no scent
The flowers bloomed and withered
Before, the moments, I gathered

Desire was a bird once
Meant to fly above the rest
The ground is caked with mud
Fallen, the dreams, with a thud

What verses might arise
A barren heart has no fire
Of what substance is living
Devoid of love's giving.

Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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Friday, July 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
M Asim Nehal 08 July 2016

The sadness of heart and mind nicely put in poetic form, with nature being the perfect metaphor this poetry left the readers in melancholy mode... the magic of Nosheen's writing worked again no less than 100 gains...

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Nosheen Irfan 08 July 2016

Thanku so much Asim for such sterling comments. Stay blessed.

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Unnikrishnan E S 08 July 2016

Hi Nosheen, Life's cyclical changes brings springs to your life today, takes away tomorrow. But, as Rajendran Nair has commented below, spring would, sure, return. And no summer lasts more than a season. In every winter, there are seeds of spring embedded in it, and they would sprout to bloom and spread fragrance when time comes. Melancholy is the state of mind, which lasts just until a smile wakes you up. But What verses may arise A barren heart has no fire Of what substance is living Devoid of love's giving! As Keats wrote, 'my heart aches', when I read your lines of melancholy. Profound poem. Thank you for sharing.

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Nosheen Irfan 08 July 2016

Thanku so much Krishnan for your enlightening comments and special thanks for Keatsian reference. Yes, it's true no season lasts forever. In every winter, there are seeds of spring embedded, i would like to quote you. Beautifully put.

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Daniel Brick 14 July 2016

What a union of beauty and sadness. The two are fitted seamlessly in this poem. The images, the rhythms, the rhymes all conspire to convey both. At the very end the speaker reveals her or his aloneness. And a passing angel may perceive that as a prayer and is already selecting the right partner for her or him. In maybe one or two seasons they will write a poem in tandem The Song of Joy.

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Valsa George 11 July 2016

So touching... As ever your melancholic strains leave a hundred echoes and resonate loud!

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Nosheen Irfan 11 July 2016

Thanku so much Valsa. So good to see you back. Hope you are doing great. Looking forward to more poetry by you.

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Daniel Brick 10 July 2016

This poem touched many readers who responded with expressions of consoling you and of admitting their own sadness. I can only follow them. Your poem is not a selfish expression of WOE IS ME! HOW I SUFFER! Rather it is an expression of the universality of sadness; yes, we humans cannot avoid sadness, it's part of the way our emotions operate. I sense your poem is aware of that reality, and also your readers, none of whom claim there is a cure for this frequent expeerience. The important thing is how we react to it: and your reaction is to share the experience and celebrate those who also endure it. Your poem is thus a bond between you and your readers. This is a poem of psychological truth and spiritual empathy.

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 July 2016

Sadness! ! Of what substance is living? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Aarzoo Mehek 08 July 2016

It's time for flowers to bloom and the earth sings to the tune of rains. Heart starts healing waiting to be embraced. Change is constant and one has to be open to embrace life. beautiful and touchy poem Nosheen. loved reading every bit of it. a perfect 10

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Nosheen Irfan

Nosheen Irfan

Lahore, Pakistan
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