1)
Tonight, the full moon in its pristine glow
Bathes every direction in light.
In the fevered heart, hope’s wavering flame
Flares anew, defiant and bright.
The mind’s veil unfurls, self-printed, revealed—
Stripped of venomous disguise,
Resurrected in feverish hues, alive—
A gilded baptism of words, pride’s fierce rise.
2)
Tonight, this luminous full moon
Drenches the world in its sheen.
Now’s the hour! The comb overflows, honey-thick—
I whet my tongue, razor-keen,
Drunk on new words’ hunger—
My speech’s spit scatters like stars unseen!
3)
Rend the shameless forgery of deceit,
Let meaning’s deluge swell life’s ledger.
Shudder, colossal beast of globalization,
In touch-craved wastes, let hands ignite—ember.
My mother once vowed:
“Your words will scorch the sky—
Your sight, one day, will pierce the far.”
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Your ability to stretch the language and your keen eye for descriptive verse always makes your work a pleasure to read.
Thank you, Sir, for your generous and encouraging words. Your guidance has been invaluable in shaping my craft, and hearing such kindness from a mentor I deeply admire means the world to me. I’ll strive to keep honing my voice—your support fuels my pen!
This poem required multiple readings to get through my thick skull its full meaning. It speaks of the power of words often not perceived but present none the less. A lovely write and caution. Well done
Thank you for taking the time to sit with my poem—more than once, no less! I’m so glad its quieter layers resonated with you. Your reflection on the ‘unseen power of words’ is exactly the heartbeat of what I hoped to convey. Grateful for your kind words and the care you gave it.
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