To The Fourth Dimension Poem by parveen tahir
To The Fourth Dimension
O, tyrant!
you always wish to defeat us
in every game we play
there will come a day
When we will pull
the reins of mad winds
we will fly
the chariot of moon
accompained by stars
we will come
to take you with us
From foggy islands
to the land of golden hopes
we will play
the same old game
with new fronts
we will bent you,
we will win!
hello parveen its very nice poetry ill side with waqas and go for the political statement... what i would do is treat your tyrant with humaneness and allow him reformation...and thats why we would take him along great lines cheers
idealistically, i'll take the tyrant as political and although, i would never want it to accompany me to the land of Hope but still 'we will win' is definitely a slogan we all cherish...bravo for this write...and since I'm your newest fan, hope you share more wonderful poems here...
There is no Win and Defeat in true love. It is not a tennis love game. Geometry of love is multi-dimensional. The Fourth Dimension is not the last one. Time is the actual tyrant whom we can not defeat. But love is above all. Time is just a fraction of it. Space (emptiness) is resultant of both i.e time and love. So why defeat the time? Why not engraft more and more love into the spikeful tree of time to fill the emptiness!
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4/24/2024 2:32:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
O, tyrant! you always wish to defeat us in every game we play there will come a day tyrants are all very big in size and are indefatigable and die-hard invulnerable. But your words and attitude are like a warrior.Hats off to a warrior poetress.