Shahzia Batool

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To The Descending Sun! - Poem by Shahzia Batool

Why art thou pale
and sad and sick...
carrying no happy thought with thee...
why lost thy vigor
and zeal and zest
casting shadows-
dark and deep
but mixed with somber evening shine
like a death-bed patient's parting smile
shedding never- ending grief;
though I perceive
thy daily death is no mishap
but Nature's game of hide and seek
of sinking day and rising night.
It seems to me
thou hast the breath of God in thee
for solacing the cloudy hearts...
now comfort me, my heart and soul,
the world hast never seen!

Comments about To The Descending Sun! by Shahzia Batool

  • Ramesh Rai (9/7/2013 3:07:00 AM)

    wonderful sketch with your soulful canvas n metaphor used for this poem. an inspiring write (Report) Reply

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  • Valsa George (5/30/2013 6:14:00 AM)

    thy daily death is no mishap
    but Nature's game of hide and seek
    of sinking day and rising night.

    Beautiful lines! ! In our life also, there is fate's hide and seek! From clouds of misfortune, we emerge into brighter light! Nothing is stable....neither gloom nor light! A great poem on the Sun!
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  • (4/12/2013 2:45:00 AM)

    A lovely reminder that the sun is source of all life on this planet. Our local star's rising and setting also provide a most appropriate metaphor for death- which you, Shahzia, so beautifully implement., (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran (3/12/2012 5:58:00 AM)

    Sun is the only one who is born and die everyday....
    Great poem! ! !
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  • (12/28/2011 7:03:00 AM)

    The Descending Sun casting its influence on inhabitants of the world has been depicted, it is a common but worth-noting phenomenon of nature but it often remains unheeded. The poetess notices it and depicts in a beautiful diction. When the sun descends, its plight is no more than the plight of a patient: pale.. sad and sick...lost vigor, zeal and zest...casting shadows, dark and deep..... Everything that pertains to the descending sun is gloomy, though it dies daily yet the poetess does not feel any mishap, she thinks it a t Nature's game of hide and seek, of sinking day and rising night. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011

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