Your Old Diary Poem by Aman Saa
Your Old Diary
In the first page you had written
I loved to weep
One day I wept seeing the hunger
In a street dogs face...
The other day seeing the will to fly
Kissing the pages of sky
In the ink of the wings of a bird inside a cage
And one day when i knew that I am growing young
I asked if you wanted to be a child always
In the other I saw you had written
I wanted to fall in love
I looked for it every where
Every second of my youth, in the winds of spring and autumn
In the fleets of unseen ships carrying distant dreams
In the waves they upon which they travel
Even in the petals of roses kept for sale
I asked how many times you fooled yourself
Around the last pages painted your ink-
It was not long I remained the same
Some days I said everything
And at nights mourned the absence of the company of my secrets
And some days I walked in the robes of pen and ink
Some days I just stayed back
And thought and thought only of your portrait
In darkness I sought my own shadow
I tried to come out of myself
I wanted to wear a new dress
I was desperate on not finding anyone whom I could ask why?
Who would buy me a smile even with a beautiful lie
A dried petal was in your last page
Some strokes of dying redness
I thought perhaps your diary is now old...
really grt.....grt rhymes......nice idea..somethung rare, , , kp penning
That's YOU! ! ! ...n that's YOUR old diary...! ! ! you are the BIRD inside the CAGE... one who wants to stay as a child always... it's you who walks in the ROBESof pen n ink... YOU seek your own shadow... but...do you try to come out of yourself? ? ? please come out..your inner world is so deep, you'll not be found...take pity on your own tenderness... LIFE is your journey WORLD is your ROAD and YOU are a TRAVELLER...all this is reminding me a long-forgotten poem by Ms.Dickinson...MY SOUL SELECTS HER OWN SOCIETY...if this is your quest of all your selves n not-selves, then i must say, it's the mountaineering without readiness.you are deep. i might be wrong here if the poem needs to be contextualized but i, in my flawed vision, see it like this......the poem 's structure is engineered by an imaginative n fertile mind... every time you confirm my opinion about you...you know na, you are in that list of poets who are beyond the mercy of reader-rating...your work is judged not by reader-rating, n reading requests, but by the worth of your substance....
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:16:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this style of poetry, Words flow smoothly and conveys a deep message. Thanks.