Black

Pitter-patter rain drops fall on me, I hear a cute little bird chirp on the tree, The winds pass by and they ruffle my hair, I enjoy all this seated on my chair. Is the sky blue or angry and dark? Will the clouds fight and cause a spark? Are the children out with paper boats? Monsoon is here , the weather denotes. Lush green is grass everywhere, Children run and raincoats they wear, I can feel and enjoy this lovely feeling, Treasures of nature,I feeling like stealing. How I wish I could see, Alas! "Blind" is the word for me, Colourfull world it must be I guess, But Oh! Black is the only colour with which I am blessed.

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Mohammad Yamin

Date: 4/22/2009 10:53:00 AM

Rima, This is another touching poem you have posted. I admire your writings. They are sweet and romantic. They flow like a gushing fountain and colourful like a garden. In this poem the blindness of the character is recompensed with the qualities of enhanced perception. He / she is content with the darkness. This gives a very elevated feeling. Thanks for explaining the meaning of Karma. You have also quoted an Urdu Verse. Do you know Urdu? Have you read Urdu Poetry? Regards. -Mohammad

Nadia Shahwan

Date: 4/16/2009 7:09:00 AM

FASCINATING...please re-insert as LYRIC. Pick your guitar if you have one and contact a musician; have 10 vocal lessons if necessary unless you can sing from the depth. I wish you all the best.