An Eve


A poem by Naheed Akhtar

Before reaching the final destination
Bidding farewell
On most probably a gloomy day
Or perhaps a night
I could obtain my soul unfurled;
Beneath the hugely blossomed
And at all the widow woods
In acquaintances with rocks
Under the laps of the peaks
Passing through the streams,
Laying on the hushed leafy floor
Somewhere serene
And chirping dry noises somewhere
In a state of transcendental surrender
To the obsessed heart
Being wedded to the mysterious longing
To be a ghost wandering
In oblivion, for God’s sake
And in union with nowhere

©® Naheed Akhtar
Rights reserved, 28-06-2021

7 thoughts on “An Eve

    1. Naheed Akhtar Post author

      Oh sorry ma’am…my reply went as a comment…by mistake.

      An eve of the day of death of the poet in particular.
      I am greatly thankful, ma’am, for reading and commenting on my poem.

      Reply
  1. Naheed Akhtar Post author

    Yes ma’am…
    An eve of the day of death of the poet in particular.
    Thanks a lot for reading my poem.

    Reply
  2. Pushmaotee Subrun

    To be a ghost wandering
    In oblivion, for God’s sake
    And in union with nowhere….
    A deep melancholy seems to make the soul search for the the state of oblivion …

    Reply

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