Whisper Poem by Nosheen Irfan

Whisper

Rating: 5.0

I feel for the balmy air
Like a tree with bent bearing
Bored of the seasons' impulses
Of standing silent, sulking

I wait for a hand extended to shake mine
While the train whistles away
And the tongues scream good-byes

Before the rail track ends
I wait for a shadow to blend
Into terribly tangible truth and I want
A voice to whisper through the dark
'Until we meet again'.

N. Irfan

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai 14 September 2024

A subtle sense of separation and meeting....a pleasant feeling...

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Nosheen Irfan

Nosheen Irfan

Lahore, Pakistan
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