The Cage with an Iron Lock
The delight of my heart is cagedWith an iron lock of bygones.
I'm not ungrateful to HIM
But so eerily hark back
Does this morbid heart of mine.
Once had these songs of joy
Merriment and spark for me.
They stir up now my hot embers.
With the snow of oblivion,
I cover my ablaze cinders of memories.
I feel like a sun
Who grew up a tad early
With elucidations of life to the world
Then denied in the forenoon phase it's self.
Why don't those crammed melodious notes
Slip from my throat any more?
Having the aroma of real joie de vivre from heart
I never had known
Just unchaining a pledge
Could unchain me from common categories of populace
Where are lost those hands with henna drawings
With adorning glass bangles
And the maniac laughters
Which ran always on untrue music with pounding fire?
Alas!
I've been deprived of the blossoms and colors
While standing amidst the spring
And the doer is .....Nobody ....nobody!
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2009-03-09 at 13:06
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