After Us

After Us

A Poem by Tawqeer Munshi

Rain is falling through the roof.
And all that prospered under the sun,
the books that opened in the morning
and closed at night, and all day
turned their pages to the light;

the sketches of boats and strong forearms
and clever faces, and of fields
and barns, and of a bowl of eggs,
and lying across the piano
the silver stick of a flute; everything

invented and imagined,
everything whispered and sung,
all silenced by cold rain.

The sky is the color of gravestones.
The rain tastes like salt, and rises
in the streets like a ruinous tide.
We spoke of millions, of billions of years.
We talked and talked.

Then a drop of rain fell
into the sound hole of the guitar, another
onto the unmade bed. And after us,
the rain will cease or it will go on falling,
even upon itself.

 

© 2013 Tawqeer Munshi


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Its A Nice Poem. Use Of Words is well done. But What confuses me is that the poem seems to be personal but there are some elements of social interest in it (in my opinion). Maybe its that way. Overall, Nice Poem by a nice person.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tawqeer Munshi

11 Years Ago

Thanks sir. It really was constructive.
It's just spectacular...............You have used the words intelligently......... BRAVO!! Keep it up

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tawqeer Munshi

11 Years Ago

Thanks Aheed!! :)
Interesting dont know what poem is about.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tawqeer Munshi

11 Years Ago

it's just my imagination...which I have described using words. :) and thanks for your review.

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Tawqeer Munshi
Tawqeer Munshi

srinagar, jammu and kashmir, srinagar, India



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i'm pretty much interested in writing short stories...but the best part of my writing is my poetry which I love to compose :p It doesn't matter whether anyone likes my stuff or not....what matters.. more..

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