By: Rafiya Syeed
when the silent world wakes with yawn
when the frogs croak to flee,
that is the music nature has for me.
when the nightingale sings with style
deep from the soil and on the tree,
That is the splendour nature has for me.
when lightning and thunder rumbles loud
in the spring a blessing so free,
that is the mettle nature has for me.
when the sun set is radiant fiery red
up the hill and over the lea,
that is the calmness nature has for me.
when the brook gushes down the fastest
in the fields and full of glee,
that is the faith nature has for me.
when the moon peeps through the cloud
in the night and over the sea,
that is the victory nature has for me
Analysis by:
Tariq Ahmad Tariq.
It proclaims that we the analysts of oriental poetry genres are going conventional way.
Another says, "Digging in the deeper meaning, does simply kill the beauty of the poem".
The third one says, "lets enjoy different discoveries of the poem by descending to phrasel criticism".
Yes, the poem is simple. Yes, it has a proper rhyme scheme in place. Yes, the poetess has her own style.
Yes, it is a well-made verbal object and, What an honour to the language!
Yes, a reality common to all has been given a vibrant treatment. A unique perspective;. so unique that it appears that it has never been said before.
The poetess has spelled out how she has found out the secrets of wonderful human values like those of music, splendour, calmness, mettle, faith and victory.
She has found music in the nature, in the roosters' crowing as well as in the frogs' croak. This music breaks the slumber of the silent world.
The poetess has attained grandeur from the flowers which smile while blooming and, she owes her style to the nightingale.
Her faith is strengthened at seeing the song birds as well as the prey birds returning to their nests by the sun set.
The poetess tastes victory at getting inspired when she realises that even the darkest night fails to restrict the stars from twinkling. Thick stretches of clouds utterly fail to restrict the moon from peeping through them.
Silent world, a metaphor for sleeping people has nicely been carved.
The sky is set to pour, is a metanomy worth praising.
Great effort.