Storm

The rain dissolves its liquid bones
Humming the wind, the lightning grazes
the skin. A cloud descends :
My eye is vapour, this, the dream's downpour:
I must seal the tin-blue spaces.

I glued some scraps, made a paper boat:
Balancing a prophet's journey, the Great Flood in
the bathroom sink, I was six years old:
Mother, close the tap, Noah has
hit the night, his Ark will sink.

In the Atlantic's
pariah-blue, there are no survivors;
On the unsinkable Titanic,
I'm left all alone; Ice-bergs hide their whale-teeth:
I can't save Noah, God has picked his relic,

beaten me to it: He wears Noah, a charm
round His neck. On the empty deck,
no life-boat left, my fingers
capsize. My jacket
is ice, I hold on to its cold, to anything. Mother,

I'm alone, terribly alone.

by Agha Shahid Ali

Comments (6)

Sometimes we misunderstand others but when we realize the fact, we regret. A thoughtful poem.
Very expressive and a bold write, thanks for sharing
Yes Ma'am, you always pick it very nice theme to work on. Thanks for the sharing of the lovely poem crafted so beautifully. Your sense of contrasting between the obese nightie and the little frock is so amazing. 10 for it. Regards. Happy new year. Subhas
Angrily she hastened to go rolling down the stairs But then he saw the little frock too flown off far Yelling he ran down fast and saved that little frock And ofcourse the obese nightie too Villain turned hero in her eyes now - - - - - - A lovely poem with its humor and irony.
Very nice poem. Angrily she hastened to go rolling down the stairs But then he saw the little frock too flown off far Yelling he ran down fast and saved that little frock thanks
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