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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=465027" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Had Seen The Ultimate Poetry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With grandpa<br>while working in the fields<br>by a forest along the bank of a<br>rain-wet river; <br>while the cattle grazed in the meadow, <br>I, touching the gooseberry bushes, and<br>sitting under the shade of the<br>acacia; <br>once became high while eating up<br>pickle and roti, and<br>while drinking water from the<br>low lying tap<br>I saw poetry<br>at the fringe, in her real image<br>The beginning was not known then<br>not even now -<br>but the end could be seen<br>with the naked eye; <br>in all starkness of the reality<br>from the head to the toe<br>The fusion of life and death was<br>not a smaller intoxication; <br>I'd learned silence from<br>grandpa's words, and<br>from the poeticized creation of god, <br>the echoes of the songs of the sky<br>that were coming out from deep of the earth! <br>Aristotle and Neruda still had<br>not awakened in me; <br>only there was grandpa<br>and only was I -<br>There were terrains of land, and<br>there were breeze and clouds<br>And was a sudden shower of rains, <br>and in the midst of all these<br>there was a random loneliness<br>that since then<br>hanging around in the same pose -<br>the pose that<br>it'd struck in the frame of the universe.<br>Just our perspectives have changed<br>grandpa has slept forever, and, <br>I while away from my<br>ancestors' fading graveyard; <br>hold the hand of my grandson, and<br>run in a nearby park-<br>taking small footsteps like him<br>While poetry sings ceaselessly<br>swaying in a swing<br>in a play land! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br>Translated from Urdu into English by Bina Biswas<br>Copyright (C) Naseer Ahmed Nasir. All rights reserved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Naseer+Ahmed+Nasir">Naseer Ahmed Nasir</a><div class=q>
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