Bereft without a sail
Stiffling
Stiffling
Freshness of the wind yonder
Might change its course
The vessel demands not
but is besought
in its want to be filled
in measure of its guild
How became the traveller
betrodden by every step
'Tis strange to walk freer
Yet in yoke of the Ceph
Not yet have the embers
been proud of a blaze
Awaiting the Blacksmith
to sanction the raze!
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3 comments:
Simple and beautifully done! Has a Rumi kind of longing to it...
Like Hafiz said:
"my heart said , if you truly pray you will be united with the one you seek...
But it's been a lifetime now, since all my life passed in the act of praying.."
Thank you and you hit the nail with Hafiz... Kon Jeeta hai teree sar honay tak
Allah kare' Marhala e Shauq na ho tayy.....
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