in cold, grief snow bound encapsulated
crushed fallen swept foliage separated
branches heaving moaning sighing
I , like the brave trunk stiff but
December last days,ending or drifting
to new beginnings, dreary evenings
what is to be celebrated, one is thinking
it is a time of gathering and blessing…
bloodshed blasts ,death blows through
North East North West North South North
does not stop- by benumbing weather
death knows not barbed wire or border
why celebrate the coming of Peace when
peace is not belief,when straff and strife
is here there and everywhere, then, do
do we really love or care for human life “?
Celebrate with joy in white and red
white is a shroud and blood is red
spirits rise, bodies lie, darkened sky
players play with arms’ held high-
I seek Peace and Holy Peace will come!
we pray and decorate honor and wait’
‘O People do not stop to Celebrate’ the
Gift of Life, let the Bells Ring, anticipate
bury the hate for black or white
world is a rainbow ‘ day or night
think stop think no one is winning’
Hark, I feel, Someone Blessed is Coming’
Know now the reason the time, not, is late’
Time to Be Happy Time to Celebrate , Celebrate
12 comments:
I love the lilt in this poem! Now is always the time to celebrate. Who knows what will happen tomorrow, or even in the next minute?
Such a contrast between the start and end of the poem! The world is so cold, the world is a rainbow too.
I hear you!! It is raw, powerful poem, Anjum- and it had me hooked! Wow...
It is Allahs blessing that words and thoughts come to form lines and expressions. Poetry must touch the readers emotions to be effective and convey some message.Thank you for your time.
Thank you MMT The future is always unknown...celebrate the present.
The cold weather gave me the cue,and then became an analogy moving on to encompass the world ...all snow all white, just yesterday our 21 year old soldier was martyred at the border,for the sake of the nation and country...but we should not lose hope..so the rainbow...Thank you for your time and interest.I am encouraged by your kind words.
"Hark, I feel, Someone Blessed is Coming’...I love this line, so full of trust and faith. May it be true as we ring in the New Year. Another powerful poem, dear Anjum.
Dear Sumana Thank you Happy New Year to you and family stay blessed amen
‘O People do not stop to Celebrate’ regardless. Powerful piece!
Thank you Friend
I do hope peace will come, that the bloodshed will stop. The stark use of red and white, red for blood, white for snow, is very vivid. Wonderful poem, Anjum.
Thank you Sherry Wish you all a wonderful peaceful holiday.
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