Poetry

December 21, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Alexandr Bormotin photo

 

By

Amreen Qadir

 

 

 

Pie in the Sky

 

 

And here she comes every morning,

Knocking at the door of my heart

She sits for long hours and we have great conversations together,

I ask her very often where on earth does she come from?

She turns her head around and whispers gently

Hers is a vast land, where imagination floats

Hers is a land where love flourishes,

Hers is a utopian land where peace jubilates

Hers is a land where one can fly high up in the sky,

A land where one spread the wings on one’s own discretion

A land where there is no bloodshed, no atrocity, no ferocity and no fracas

A land where there is no heartbreak, no hatred, no bad blood and no wretchedness,

A land where you can throw off the bondages that the world places upon you,

All at once my imagination begins to wander

In search of land of milk and honey,

I reckon how it will be to live in such an idyllic land,

Escaping from the clouds of agony and misery dangling over the head

All of a sudden, again she twitters,

Her feathers glittering as stars hung up in the sky

She bids me a goodbye

I see her through my window,

Flying far away in the air

Thus my little mynah heads,

Towards her absolute land of milk and honey.

 

 

 

 

 

Amreen Qadir

I am Amreen Qadir, from the department of languages and literature, school of humanities and social sciences. I am doing my masters in English literature from Shri Mata Vaishno Devi University, Jammu and Kashmir. I have acquired 7.1 CGPA in my first year of Masters degree. I belong to Srinagar Kashmir and it’s known as the Crown of India.

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  1. Hubby December 28, at 14:12

    This is Beautiful Just like your eyes ??

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