The NightA Poem by Luqman QadiDuring a life time, there are so many experiences. These experiences develop character, and the knowledge of self.
The Night
In the night as you weep, your pain in life is for keeps. The sound of thunder above your head, left for dead (so they said) of your passions and dreams. Marauding deep inside your dreams, you hear the screams of your past-will it last-looking through the mirror glass of those who crossed your paths during your lifetime? Laughter they say is only for a day and sorrow in your tomorrows an eternity full of bigotry, by those that claim to be a friend, there is no end of the smiles they extend. Behind their grin, and sin in heart, that was placed from the start (as birth) gave them life. The iridescent glow on the faces, in those places you have roamed of perpetrators of friendship. Crowded by voices filled with deceit and lies, time does fly, as you cry in the wee hours of the night, while toiling in your plight. Mesmerized by the desires in heart, their attainment is your prize once you realize, that life is yours to live. In the earth from whence you were formed, from the womb we all were born. ‘Victory’ is in you and not that of scorn. Upon your head a crown despite the frowns, upon the faces of those you have past during your lifetime. A silhouette of your passions and dreams they see, reflecting from all of your deeds. A breeze whispers to the spirit in you (only a few) but if all only knew, the exquisiteness of your being chosen.
© 2010 Luqman QadiAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 27, 2010 Last Updated on September 5, 2010 AuthorLuqman QadiGAAboutI became inspired to write my first novel ‘Expressionism: The Findings of a Man’ after experiencing a hardship that shook my world, and forced me into exiled from my place of birth. The lo.. more..Writing
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