(poem)
Shivnath Sharma
Winter seems to be an unwelcome guest.
Darkness begins to loom large, the sunlight shrinks.
Silence prevails and mounting tears fall.
Dogs don’t bark, birds stop chirping.
City clubs disperse, the consciousness splits
The wind pauses, flowing water terminates.
Everything appears to be on hiatus.
A world of gloomy and uncanny rests.
High- tides of water engulfed the budding boy.
Body gently descends in the depth of the sea.
Friends only witnessed the saddened dance.
A dance of hopelessness boy and swirling water
Nobody dares to dream of rescuing him
All they phobic of water.
Now, he remains as a silent shadow
in the formless memory of parents.
The memory of many voices results in voiceless.
The rising ray of hope exhausts in the life’s mid-way.
Desirous and dreamful eyes corrugate forever.
He was the eyes, voice and evidence of their existence.
Can Parents’ heavy hearts be lightened?
Will there be assuaging in their burning hearts?
All the poem is full of despare. I aspect the poet describe how to over come in his sadness but i never found this intend any where in this poem, so I am not to satisfied .So the poem is a poem not like a poem.
ReplyDeleteHello there; A poetry, in certain sense, has diverse senses and angles to look upon. Sometimes, sorrowfulness helps us get diverted from the monotonous aspects of life like artificial grandeur, vage identity, and complete crux of situations. On the other hand, Hopefulness enriches our senses with multifaceted meanings and significances. It's up to us how we take a piece of writing and interpret it. The poet writes a text with his or her unconscious consciousness, maybe just simply write. Therefore, being a reader we must criticize a text with post-modern discourse, with no fix centrality. Appreciated with your feedback. Thank you!
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