Glass House

Hither night falls, but
brings no dreams
sunshine advances, but
kindles no one
flowers bloom, but
winds do not chant.

(Translated by Aiman Rathore)

by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

Comments (2)

Interesting look at time and what it all means. I'll be honest, I purposely don't ask myself these questions, to an extent for the very reason you outline, the pointlessness in a way. I tend to think in terms of seeing my children grow up, maybe seeing grandchildren someday, but when its over, it will end. Very interesting, L&T
ooh... have you been reading Philip Larkin - his poetry was always obessed with the passage of time & what's the point of it all. Indeed