Moin Ahmed
A poem on "Farewell"
This is my response to the poem “Farewell” by Agha Shahid
Ali. I have emphasized something we have discussed at length during the course,
which is a banality that exists for the character in exile.
Battling forever the
raging sea
O you lost in the
waves, Breathe!
Dwell no longer on
questions moot
Embrace life, its
ashes, its filthy soot!
Angels forever sing in a melodious choir
Have you ever felt the pain of dreadful ire?
Only a slave is doomed to forever exist
Perhaps someday he will fight with his fist!
Alas that I am lost among men!
Falling into an abyss, does this ever end?
It rained a fortnight on the infernal land
Yet the tree I love still solitary stands
I took a bow on the stage of life
Yet the silence? Ah that there were a knife!
Would I not have plunged the dagger in my throat?
No longer would my voice in a vacuum float
Yet this play will perhaps forever go on
I will continue to sing, and place this crown
Upon my own head, and clap without sound
Till the tree solitary I love still stands on
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