Winter And Hope Poem by Ata Khan
Winter And Hope
First snow atop the hill
sends a chill to the spine
it melts down all hopes
for the morning sunshine
men, women, pets and cattle
bit dismayed, amidst lull and calm
iced winds, blades cutting through
yet into a storm it has not brewed
hordes of men hurry and store
piles of extra wood and grass
time for them to hibernate
talking and singing to hour-glass
each one must tell a story
sitting by fire, under lock n bolt
happy women, busy with stove
lots of tea, meat and broiled poult
father and sons, one by one
climb the roof of their muddy abode
with shovels, spades and iron blades
they brush aside the unwanted load
every winter passes thus
with such fervour and desire
for a sunny and brighter morning
so as to smother the burning fire
(It is about how my hometown/village was until a few decades ago, where there was no electricity, and therefore, no television, computers or other gadgets to keep the family members unnecessarily busy and occupied) .
congrats Ata! in a summertime you put in full winter... well done! I enjoyed this one too...
Father and sons, one by one climb the roof of their muddy abode with shovels, spades and iron blades they brush aside the unwanted load Deep touchy meaning.... I am overwhelmed.... Great piece. Pls read SMILES, CAN I BE, and PAGE 3, from my poems... shall be grateful for your comments
a journey to an ancient village where love and hard work reigns supreme.nice write, posted 10 surya
I'd like to visit on one of these days-that is, if they ever return. Even though the body of the poem seems to present the sun/ sunshine as the symbol of hope(and the winter season undesired) , the introduction conveys a desire for those days to return and replace what is being practised today, which keeps family members 'unnecessarily busy and occupied'.
Your poem awakens a familiarity....... Down an old dirt road long ago, in a rural area...... fire wood piled high and pot-bellied stove in the middle of the living room. Old iron bed-steds holding thick stuffed mattress's, old home made quilts, the love of a close community of neighbors.... Helping one another chop and stack the wood for the winter... Helping with the crops come spring time.... But I love the picture you paint in a different part of the world.... I feel the sameness and see the vivid scene.... Such a beautiful picture and cognition fulfilled..... Thanks for sharing...... You are a fine artist................ Jim Troy
the is a great depiction. i'm feeling the picture from such distance.
Winter as a symbol of hope is uniquely poetized in this beautiful poem with a nostalgic flavor. Really enjoyed this one, Ata. Keep up the good work. Best Wishes and a very happy new year. Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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dear ata......your poems are inborn and originality is there.expressions are so good i really loved going through it, and this goes down as one of my favourites.i could almost see this house in the village, in my minds eye.outstanding. best wishes.....ritty