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Array ( [sid] => 130223 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Whisper [time] => 2007-01-07 08:00:56 [hometext] => [bodytext] => One rainy morning in the month of August,
To collect the scattered scraps of sustenance,
Went I out as birds leave the nests,
Disperse to find a chance and luck,
Left behind I alright everything,
Nothing ill I smelt at those moments,
And no doubt excessively happy I was,
For the reasons unapparent as sometimes,
Happiness springs up by own accord.

One reaching the destination someone,
Informed me a thing woeful,
“ Your Eden is crushed along with the lives ten”
With no loss of time, I hastened to return,
With flowing tears and suppressing sighs.
Prayed to God” May it be untrue.”
Ah! But bad news seldom turns good.
All the stages in the four decades,
The moments I was lulled asleep,
The soft lap where sustained I was,
And clad by the sacred hands,
Oscillating cradle made of sack,
Gentle caresses, embraces affectionate
The remote, distant time of past,
Dream like swam infront of the founts,
Where from trickles the sacred water,
That relieves pang of the aching hearts.

When alighted beside the peace-yard,
Saw briskly the diggers busy in making,
The strongest home where man rets,
After tiresome toil of sufferings.
Then faith in the confounded mind,
Was strengthened by a whisper revealing,
“ Vehemently chase the moments of plight
Short living hours of solace and delight”
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A Whisper

Contributed by Muhammadshanazar on Sunday, 7th January 2007 @ 08:00:56 AM in AEST
Topic: Event

One rainy morning in the month of August,
To collect the scattered scraps of sustenance,
Went I out as birds leave the nests,
Disperse to find a chance and luck,
Left behind I alright everything,
Nothing ill I smelt at those moments,
And no doubt excessively happy I was,
For the reasons unapparent as sometimes,
Happiness springs up by own accord.

One reaching the destination someone,
Informed me a thing woeful,
“ Your Eden is crushed along with the lives ten”
With no loss of time, I hastened to return,
With flowing tears and suppressing sighs.
Prayed to God” May it be untrue.”
Ah! But bad news seldom turns good.
All the stages in the four decades,
The moments I was lulled asleep,
The soft lap where sustained I was,
And clad by the sacred hands,
Oscillating cradle made of sack,
Gentle caresses, embraces affectionate
The remote, distant time of past,
Dream like swam infront of the founts,
Where from trickles the sacred water,
That relieves pang of the aching hearts.

When alighted beside the peace-yard,
Saw briskly the diggers busy in making,
The strongest home where man rets,
After tiresome toil of sufferings.
Then faith in the confounded mind,
Was strengthened by a whisper revealing,
“ Vehemently chase the moments of plight
Short living hours of solace and delight”

Copyright Â© Muhammadshanazar ... [ 2007-01-07 08:00:56]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: A Whisper (User Rating: 1 )
by heba48 on Sunday, 7th January 2007 @ 11:23:13 AM AEST
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wow Mohamed i liked it so much. i liked the inversions, gives more power and emphasis on the adjectives. are you a professional poet?

Re: A Whisper (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Sunday, 7th January 2007 @ 11:27:11 AM AEST
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Wonderful piece...you can tell a story so very well. Very sad my heart feels, after reading this. Your title was excellent with the write.
Thanks for sharing.
Peace, love and hugs,
Laura

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