My wait over in my thirty-ninth year
when an old covet brought a life’s new lease,
and on my first watch would elated stare
upon nursling eyes shut in newborn peace.
Thirty-nine years before first gazed my own -
my tiny hands clutched in my father’s palms
but that spirit was hidden and not shown
and thus I shall spare you no such alarms.
In your helpless lay, in first sleep of babes
the future becomes yours, and now I trust
I will feel its flame before my own fades
and remember to wait if wait I must.
Behold, a changing of the guard I see
when I look at you looking back at me.
Written: July 2004
Carry it gingerly to the backyard,
it is a nursling yet ancient,
as stiff as chard gristle, as soft as lead,
as hard as a gallstone.
Open your hand.
see how it glows coal black.
This is your inner work,
this amorphous bone eating fire,
it smolders now in your hand.
Somewhere in the night
it grew stubby moth wings,
spans singed by the suns shadow.
Carry it now to the respiring air,
see how it breathes;
its elongated lung heaving
inside a flickering sac
of nebulous conception.
Hold the hand
with its seared burden palm upward,
whisper to the raptors of wind and sky,
let ravening talons tear it apart,
the hand also
let it be torn to the glistening cartilage
until there is nothing but ash.
When these metaphors fly away
as the baleful caws of crows,
when wraithy harbingers
cool into waymarks
a poem shorn of your gravity
will come to you.
Now growl or grin, grind even ash
into newborn light.
The Judgement Day
The Shaking and quaking of earth, the splitting and blasting of heavens
The undeniable promise of the Lord shall happens
Unmounting of the mountains and outbursting of the fountains
The signs no one will question again
Impregnating the Pregnant earth and women
Happening of the irrefutable Event in Sudden
Every breathing soul and living beings as a whole
Meeting their fate , no way of escape from the Parole(One that is Promised)
Fleeing from the Brother, nursling kid and women
The man, nursing mother and the husband
Deeds or misdeeds however small it may be
will not be left unrewarded, indeed
That day the order of the Lord will prevail
Thine decisions , no one dare to rival(challenge)
The inequalities and injustice, will be equalized all
The idols of the infidelity will have a down fall
Muhammad Imtiaz
Another turtle in the sun
Or nightingale perched on a tree;
Another day whose course has run
For living things, for you and me.
Another nursling stirs anew,
Its dull fate longing to defy;
Another pair will drink love’s brew,
But now, for once, it’s you and I.
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baby
powdered, pampered
crying, smiling, crawling
bambino, bairn, nursling, nipper
playing, laughing, sleeping
cuddled, cherished
child