What do I remember

. Ishrat Bashir Matoo

What do I remember

Of disgrace, of pain

Or  of joy, of grace?

The  last leaf trembled

At the tip of my pencil.

The offering was the whole of autumn.

Wine-press and the Chinars

But the fire kept blazing

With yamburzals in spring

And the snow in Winter.

Ah! My fingers slipping off

The last rung of faith.

The small wooden door

Loomed large in front of me.

What  stood between us,

You and I

Was not the cobweb at 

the corner of the doorpost

but the hesitation

born of my love

and the greater illusion.

 

 

 

 

 

Comments  

+1 #3 aamir ali 2013-11-03 09:39
Really great
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0 #2 Azaan Fajr 2013-11-03 05:41
Classic
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0 #1 Khalid Bashir 2013-11-03 05:29
Everything in it
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