In every shadow, I searched for you,
In every flame of hope, bright and true,
I felt your whisper—a fleeting trace,
In every word, in time’s embrace.
Since then, until the stars descend,
I will wait for you—
Without end.
The dawn chorus hums its ancient tune,
The sky, a deeper, boundless blue.
Yellow-billed Egrets on silver wings,
Little Cormorants, dusk’s murmurings,
All return, their journeys through,
To nests where light and longing brew.
The cattle slow at evening’s gate,
Their hooves stir dust, their hearts elate,
Returning home where shadows rest,
To warmth and stillness, loved and blessed.
Each soul, parched by time’s cruel thirst,
With heart’s own message, sealed and versed,
Rides the morning bus’s sigh,
Back to where the old roads lie.
Yet no... for whom my gaze still burns,
Whose voice in silence never turns,
Has not been found—
Though shame I bear,
Though countless days dissolve to air,
You have not come.
You are not there.
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Mottakeenur Rehman (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Everyone & everything comes home (birds, animals, people). But the one I love stays gone, making my wait painful and lonely. Yet I keep waiting, even if it’s hopeless.
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Comments5
I felt the longing and loneliness in this poem where home is not home without the one that one loves. Very nicely worded in good rhyme and with a very nicely timed flow to it. This poem is emotional and a fave
Molded by the wisdom of the wise...
Life’s mantra to conquer echoes, again and again, in the voice of poetry. Thanks a Lot!
Your poems are full of passions and deep feelings. You find impactful and poetic words to express them. We are captives of our heart and of relations we find ourselves into.
Sculpted by the sage’s seasoned thought...
The spell to master life returns, time and again, in verses wrought.Thank you so much!
A heartfelt write of sadness and loneliness, that they have everything they want except the one they love and home will not be complete until they returned, beautifully written
The wisdom-filled opinions of the knowledgeable shape me... The mantra of winning life thus comes again and again in the language of poetry.Thanks a lot!
You are very welcome
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Guided by the seasoned wisdom of the wise... Life's winning mantra returns, time and again, in verse.Thank you so much!
Excellent write
Thaks for your precious remark!
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