The coming dawn

This poem is written by my honest best friend Nariman , Hope u'll like it and please tell me you're opinions . 

 As if I had died before

Floating through rooms and shutting the door

Whispering to the walls and going through bars

Beholding the moon and stepping on stars

When this soul weeps in corners and refuses to move

Declines to breath , when pressed hard against the chest

As if a dark cloud of death came with a prove

That “no beating heart shall ever ; rest the unrest”

 

And this mansion with my name on

Shall not be revisited with the coming dawn

 

As if I had died centuries ago

No lights are permitted, where I tend to go

No visions of roses, except for those covering the yard

No poems, but for few lines on a grieving card

This is .. “where man shall be buried and left”

Passing the countless doors of life .. next to the left

There … “where weary steps used to rest and wonder”

How did I grow so old , when I was always .. the younger

 … “where thoughts kept on forgiving and sometimes to stare”

How unjust is the living … and how love is unfair

Alas …The soul from the corner is breathing still

And there is tomorrow; on a torn-out calendar

Alas … for days have murdered the will

And it is another day for “Me …. As a total stranger”

 

When “I” mourn “Me”

 

“As if she died , leaving this mansion whose name is on”

“Long time ago , Ere the rise of the Coming Dawn”

 

WRITTEN AND COMPOSED BY : NARIMAN M.ALI 

Reviews

[SAYED THANGAL]

very deep and vast imagery depicted in the poem, good
sayed thangal