SOON THE BLESSED SON DID RISE...! (A poem by Mr. Ulfat Anjan Wani) Walking and walking in a lonely land, Like a desert full of sand ; I found happiness weeping aloud , And joy in her arms wearing a shroud. The bosom of happiness bore a wound, Pain was dancing all around ; The mournings filled the dejected air, Setting my heart to ruthless fire. Close under a withered tree , On a rose i found a bee ; Her mouth was filled with blood so red , I went close the rose was dead. I lifted my eyes and saw the moon , Cursing the month of helpless june ; The stars wept ,i heard the tears- Around the moon in limitless pairs. The wind was howling ,lifting the sand , Something mysterious held my hand; It was Innocence ,weak and pale , Her silence told many a tale. I held her hands and hugged her tight, In the painful dark night. We walked and walked and reached a place , And washed with water her tearful face; Close i heard a nightingale sing , And danced in happiness everything. I thanked the Lord and closed my eyes , Soon the blessed sun did rise..........!
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 05:15:35 +0000
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