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Loneliness – a poem by Dr. Saleem Wahid Saleem

Great poet Dr.  Saleem Wahid Saleem also wrote poetry in Persian and English. But most of such works are not available. I have this original poem written him English, which is being presented for your kind perusal. (Muslim Saleem – October 13, 2012)

Loneliness

By Dr. Saleem Wahid Saleem

The primeval and and eternal

Decree of the Fates

For man upon this earth

Is that he live out his days

In a deep unuterable

Loneliness of the mind

Wherein he can count on None…

Nor kith, nor kin,

Nor friends,nor comrades!

In the silence of the night

A myriad of twinkling stars

Go swimming in space,

Each intent on its own course,

Packed so thick and close

They almost seem to overlap!

But all this close proximity

Is only a delusion:

At the back there lies

An endless sense of separation,

A yawning chasm,

An unbridgable gulf! Even where

Broods the same torture

Of dreary distance, and the same

Unutterable loneliness of the mind,

(LONELINESS-2)

Whether we live in towns,

Or seem peace in the quiet

Of barren wastes!

For t he primeval and eternal

Decree of the Fates

For man upon this earth

Is that he live out his days

In a deep, unutterable

Loneliness of the mind

Wherein he can count on None…

Nor kith, nor kin

Nor comrades, nor friends!

On the lonely heaths of live

For ever surge and roll

Pressing throngs, but each wayfarer

Oblivious of others,

Each distracted in his own place:

Craving for friendship,

For love and sympathy,

Which, all the same,

Each refuses to the other!

The heart of each

Is torn and bleeding,

But he bleeds in the secrecy

Of his own breast!

How fares the neighbour,

No one knows;

And cares even less!

For the primeval and  eternal

Decree of the Fates For man upon this earth

Is that he live out his day

(LONELINESS-3)

In a deep, unutterable

Loneliness of the mind

Wherein he can count on None—

Nor kith, nor kin,

Nor comrades, nor friends!

Coutnless souls in the wide

But barren fields of life

Stand witrh tissues torn

And mangled, each burning

In its own grief…almost

Burnt to a heap of ashes!

they groan from a lashing pain

That springs from a sense

Of vain, deluding joys….

From the ceaseless torment

Of elusive hopes!

The pain of each is all his own,

The grief of each exclusive;

For the priveval and eternal

Decree of the Fates

For man upon this earth

Is that he live out his days

In a deep,unutterable

Loneliness of the mind,

Wherein he can count on None….

Nor kith, nor kin,

Nor comrades,nor friends!

From the sizzling fires

Of an unforgettable torture,

Flowers in the garden

And  plants gasp for breath:

At every step beautiful bodies

Bathe in their own blood….

To beautify themselves!

But who knows? Or who cares?

And thus for ever and ever

The flames shall leap and dance….

For the primeval and eternal

Decree of the fates

For man upon this earth

Is that he live out his days

In a deep, unutterable

Loneliness of the mind,

wherein he can count on None…..

Nor kith, nor kin,

Nor comrades, nor friends!

In the whirling waves

Are millions of isles,

Dotted out we know not where:

Their virgin soil

Has never been pressed

By a human heel;

Their silence has never

Been broken by  a human cry

Even such is each human heart…

A voiceless isle,

A dumb smudge of a helpless mass,

Adrift on a heartless sea!

For the privmeval and eternal

(Loneliness-4)

Decree of the Fates

For man upon this earth

Is that he live out his days

In a deep, unutterable

Loneliness of the mind,

Nor kith, nor kin,

Nor comrades, nor friends!

He has always like this,

And always like this he’ll be….

This creature called Man!

Every grief he has borne like this,

And every grief he will bear!

but into the depths

Of another heart he’ll

Never learn to penetrate:

He’ll never make it feel for him !

No word of the dumb torture

He carries in his breast

Shall ever rise to his lips…

And no one shall ever hear

His cry of anguish,

For the primeval and eternal

Decree of the Fates

For man upon this earth

is that he live out his days

In a deep , unutterable

Loneliness of the mind,

Wherein he can count on

None….

nor kith , nor kin,

Nor comrades, nor friends!

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