Alafe Ramat


Trends - Poem by Alafe Ramat

Lighted behind the evening sky, so is a blazing ball bearing another of a silent sigh, as though parting a way to paradise, ........With the single beat of a human heart, alluring a single fist into the mocking earth, . Alas! So into a seethe, so daring ruled, .. Drowning a mountain of clay, make believe a goal, but do take to heart your reasons to why, .so the sound of home... Vilest deeds like poison weeds, harrowed nor cleared, grows with a willful lead, and it is only the goodness in man that takes all it bids, ... Come empty home, or rather this dome, for to the world they take fright, indeed such an empty plight, ... Trends in the altitude of the silent world, breaking free the cloaking shrub of the seeking sakes, .. Now, rose the sun, breaking the crust of time, for on the mountain glows a flame, . Aye! With a new voice..... Now and now glows a flame, and red river valley faintly, shielding its patience, though the trend of time.


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  • Allemagne Roßmann (9/2/2012 2:50:00 PM)


    Before the phantom of False morning died,
    Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
    When all the Temple is prepared within,
    Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?

    III
    And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
    The Tavern shouted - Open then the Door!
    You know how little while we have to stay,
    And, once departed, may return no more.


    Well written
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  • Allemagne Roßmann (9/2/2012 2:49:00 PM)


    I remember some translation works of a man named Fitzgerald who translated some verses of a favorite poet though i loved his mathematics and analysis-Omar Khayyam.He, the latter lived thousand a year back in the then Persia, also part of the vast dynastic Persian and Indian Empire now what is Iran.Your verses cannot but deserve some encomiums.

    Before the phantom of False morning died,
    Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
    When all the Temple is prepared within,
    Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?
    And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
    The Tavern shouted - Open then the Door!
    You know how little while we have to stay,
    And, once departed, may return no more.
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  • Shihabudheen K J (9/2/2012 2:42:00 PM)


    A nice work.it shows clear distinction between good deed of a man and bad.brought me to skies too (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 2, 2012



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