Of Prose and Poetry

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06/05/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

I’ve penned verses of
Sunsets and starry nights;
Of many cleaved lovers
And of the deathly sighs.

Of broken oaths I’ve
Written reams
And lengthy stories
Of love it seems.

Of warring tribes who
Avenge their deaths;
Of men and women
Who loved without regret.

Of honey kissed hills,
Of lonely seas;
Of betrothed sweetness,
Of different greens.

Of whistles in the woods,
Of frothing streams;
Of losing senses within
Ones dreams.

Paper has been spent
And ink has been spilt.
Hours have been wasted
But what have I built?

The creases in the world
Are yet to be ironed;
The tresses of the jungles
Are yet to be triumphed.

The sweetness of a sparrow
Is yet to be conquered;
The beauty of an eye
Is yet to be fathomed.

The depth of the seas
Are yet to be reached;
The reach of the heavens
Are yet to preached.

The strength of the trees
Are yet to be measured;
The cry of the hounds
Are yet to be ciphered.

The prose of the poets
Are yet to be seen;
While the poetic stories are
Yet to be weaved.

Siddiqui F.
(06.05.2014)

Note: Written impulsively at the library today.

8 thoughts on “Of Prose and Poetry

  1. amarllyis says:

    Yes, you’re right. I like it. 🙂

  2. Watson Bakshi says:

    Very nice.

  3. Tianna says:

    love this one Fuzzy

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