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The Open Eyes

Contributed by MuhammadShanazar on Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 05:07:50 AM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic



How often a thought of unfair deeds,
Terribly haunt my vain guilty mind,
Shaking inner self, core of conscience,
The wanton pleasures of indelible past,
Become tormenting, painfully torturous,
Make troublesome the whole existence,
And running substance changes into gall.

I set once my sheep and goats free,
To graze in the uneven green pasture.
Seeing something edible in my hands,
A bird after hovering over my head,
Rested slight afar, at distance safe,
Out of breath, bent the eyes to me,
With hopeful accosting innocent gaze.

It was beautiful, all shining blue,
But against cherished hope in mind,
I hurled a round stone with force full,
That fell too heavy on the too weak,
Instantly the delicate breathing life,
Was lying prostrate, crumbled, motionless,
With loose legs and flexible wings,
The limp neck hung with ajar beak,
The open eyes queried complainingly,
O! Man what wrong did I do to thee?
And I justified not the deed in response.





Copyright © MuhammadShanazar ... [ 2007-02-19 05:07:50]
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Re: The Open Eyes (User Rating: 1 )
by feralpen on Monday, 19th February 2007 @ 09:38:26 AM AEST
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Often there is no justification for man's actions. I can hope that through prayer, there is remorse. You poem examines a deeply personal incident. Whether real or images from your imagination, you've given the reader a provocative story.


Re: The Open Eyes (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Thursday, 1st March 2007 @ 11:13:50 AM AEST
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Your soul is golden and truly connected with this Earth. This write left tears in my eyes. I have so much more to say, but you probably know already, my deep adoration for you and the way you feel about our animal brethren.
Peace and hugs,
Laura




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