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Statue Of Marble
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gohar
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Wednesday, 27th November 2002 @ 07:30:00 AM in AEST
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Statue of Marble by Ashraf Gohar Goreja
A girl with gray eyes And sandy hair, Came across in my way and Suddenly, Touched my heart. Whispered through the winds. "Come closer, feel, trust, I am heavenly".
I shook my mind, Looking towards the slope and steep With a kind of fear, but With self-reliance. I gazed far in the valley; Frozen and deep. Tilting my head; I forbade my thoughts, In compliance.
To maintain my trust, And a glow of happiness. I praised her. She was reserved but Pleasant. Rare in beauty and Affection; A symbol of seduction. Instinctively I thought. What a chance have I In present. To admire a beauty; Picturesque, As a garden of roses. She was full of pride, yet Kind as an angel Truly pose.
Night after night, Gray eyes and sandy hair girl, Embraced by smile, Being lovely of her kind, Solemnly promised, Not to shed tears Of frustration. One day, She will win my heart, My thoughts and mind.
She said every time When she passed; "There you are, My dear, Praying with broken heart." Again, she whispered; With a shine on her face. "Come with me. Stay closer and, Never be apart."
I listened gratefully. It had been so long. I waited for a massage; Enchanting and true, That would hold my breath, And wondering soul. The glory of love, Shone again, In the dark and blue.
She was an angel Without feathers or wings. But she flew above the oceans, High in the sky. Climbing up and up Towards the twinkling stars; As often My imagination Fly away when I cry.
When I stood trembling, My eyes had faded. With no hesitation, I realized, The grief of silence. That bestowed upon the valleys And the blue sky... I suddenly was dismissed. Being a lover of "unseen" I counted myself, With anguish, And despair of all. Standing behind those, Who were known. As lovers. Lived In the ages past. They were brave and eminent, Melodious, And possessed some truth. Their eyes were shining. On their faces, Fabulous stories of the past, Were written by the gods of love.
They were heroes of their time, But they were, Haunted by a prophecy, For long they had In their mind.
"How fruits of patience grow, Ripe and then fall."
In this perishing world, Their love flourished. Bloomed. But the lovers had to wait For a glance of her face. They had passed their youth, In search of Gray eyed and sandy hair girl, Who possessed their lives, Their luck and Dropping tear as a pearl.
When my conscious cleared, and Daydream was over. I saw nobody. Around me. Just The valleys of Tooting. The sun was hazy and the Wind at rest. Far in low dwelling, There was neither a soul, Nor a glimpse of shadow. Who could banish, The life, That had led for years. Dwelling was recent, Small yet, Full of meadow. Cedar all around have hidden, A statue of marble. Standing on the broken hearts Of unnumbered lovers. That a realm of Gray eyes and Sandy hair girl. She reigns on the dwelling, Yet whole world She covers.
Copyright, September 29, 1983. By Ashraf Gohar Goreja
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Re: Statue Of Marble
(User Rating: 1 ) by OreO on
Wednesday, 27th November 2002 @ 03:27:20 PM AEST (User
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This is beautiful, i enjoy
reading your poetry i want
to read more. Thanks for
sharing this one
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.
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Re: Statue Of Marble
(User Rating: 1 ) by Greyhind on
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This is Scampi-Cool :)!
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