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
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A pleasant poetic divertissement laced with emotional angst.
Thank you so much dear sir for the words of appreciation.
It appears that the poet is reflecting on the eve of doomsday in a purgatorial mood. .
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.
Yes ma’am…
An eve of the day of death of the poet in particular.
Thanks a lot for reading my poem.
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 …
My huge thanks dear ma’am I