Again my pen awakes to write, but what?
And Nought! At door of grief shall write a word
Of joy, or write a spring on snowy house
And write chinary shade to scorching grove
Or heaven vale to genuine hell of gore,
Or gentle lamb to wildest beast in rash,
Or music sweet to yells of pain and scream
And gentle breeze to wind of winter wild,
Or word of trust to bitter aggression
And silent plot of choice to awful yard,
Or vivid flower lawn to store of bombs
And write the showy streets to pool of blood
And honey babe to face of Teddy Bear
And write a soothing touch to plug-in shock
And script of treaty to voice of gripe,
Or natural peace to forced calm of tongue
And factual worthy man to statesman,
Or poet to mystic great and mystic to poet,
Or write a live to dead and dead to live,
I need to write and write for every soul,
On numberless of subjects, quite of thoughts
And plenty words before the knock at door.
(BY: SHOWKAT AHMAD WANI)
The need to fill a blank page with words is all you need to start a poem! An excellent write. A 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks dears