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Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
                          Will this nest its glory retrieve

The companion birds have all flown away
O cypress trees and roses! Permit me to leave


-Mohammad Yamin
(Theme borrowed from a Ruba'yee of Josh Malihabadi)

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Alisa Cook

June 28, 2012 at 6:04 PM

nice poem .. keep up the good work.

Maria Kyriacou

May 28, 2012 at 2:48 AM

aaah enjoyed this short yet deep poem xD

Mohammad Yamin

May 28, 2012 at 1:17 PM

Thanks Maria, your comments are uplifting

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

March 17, 2012 at 11:18 AM

so lovely are these word Mohammad.. a flowing imagery laden piece.. so enjoyed this creative poetic art .. thankxx for your kind words on my poetry.. I also lost my Mother three years ago and it still hurst so fresh.. being without her in my life.. I wrote a poem entitled Metamorphosis about her ..it has won many contests on P.S. so hope u enjoy.. luv..

Mohammad Yamin

March 18, 2012 at 10:14 AM

Thanks Linda for your most encouraging comments. It is so uplifting. My sympathies for your loss. Keep her memory fresh as I have done.Her every word, every guidance, every desire is carved on my heart, not to be erased till I die. I feel sad that the letters she wrote to me which I had preserved were destroyed when miscreants set my house on fire in Bangladesh. How much I treasured them! I'll surely read your poem Metamorphosis.

Elizabeth Wesley

February 17, 2012 at 5:36 PM

Just back to read again, thanks for your explanation below, helps a lot. Wondering how you are doing with your back pain. I know it can be so debilitating; hope you can get the help and healing you need. :)

Lizanne Scholtz

February 12, 2012 at 5:23 PM

This is a beautiful quatrain Mohammad, love Elizabeth

Mohammad Yamin

February 14, 2012 at 7:48 AM

Thanks Elizabeth, for your heart warming comments. -Mohammad

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

February 6, 2012 at 12:46 AM

This leaves so much unsaid I love it because the imagintion kicks in. Thank you for your lovely comment on my work Mohammed. xx

Mohammad Yamin

February 6, 2012 at 1:20 PM

Thanks for your gracious comments, Mandy. You have a profound perception so essential for an eminent poet. -Mohammad

M.I.A .

February 1, 2012 at 7:18 PM

sounds like heaven!... this nest its glory retrieve... companion birds (those who has returned). passion and burning.. lovely quatrain sir, i never read Ruba'yee but definitely try to look it up.

Mohammad Yamin

February 3, 2012 at 1:17 PM

Thanks for your encouraging comments, Mia. You are always lavish with your praise. I am grateful. There are only two books of Rubaiyat in English language - one is Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and another my book Rubaiyat of Josh Malihabadi - A Drop and the Ocean in the market since 2007. Mohammad

Elizabeth Wesley

February 1, 2012 at 6:12 PM

This makes me want to know more. Was it winter that the garden withered, did the birds and person leave for that reason too? I never knew India had cold weather but wish I could know more about your country. I feel a sense of loss in this Mohammed but enjoyed the magic in it.

Mohammad Yamin

February 2, 2012 at 12:41 PM

Thanks for the interest you have taken. The Middle Eastern and Far Eastern countries share all the four seasons. In most places, however, the winter is mild and dry and there is no frost. In the hottest days of summer, a hot pestilential wind called Sumoom blows. It virtually destroys the gardens and devastates. It is this period most species of birds except crows and kites fly away to milder regions, some of them never to return back. I am sure you will now enjoy the poem more. Best wishes