THE NIGHT DESCENDS INTO THE LAKE
The night descends into
the still waters of the lake.
Moonlight adrift in the woods.
Wild flowers of silken hues
hide themselves in the nearby grass.
Dust inflamed
by the torrid moments.
Thoughts entangled within words.
An utterance the lips
can only muddle through;
exactly like the night descending
into the still waters of the lake,
like moonlight adrift in the woods.
~~~
--------------A Poem by: HAMID YAZDANI
(Translated from Urdu by: M Salim ur Rahman)
ALL THAT WE KNOW
All that we know
is how to set the words on fire.
We do not know
that the burning words
warm up those feelings
which are chilled to the bone!
They import
a little bit heat
to frozen thought
and lifeless reality.
They provide a hint of warmth
to shivering dreams
and tired out breath.
We do not know what
the burning words imply.
All that we know is how
to set the words on fire.
~~~
……………. A poem by: Hamid Yazdani
You will find Hamid actively involved on the Poets and Writers Registry Site (click title)!
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