Re: Iqbal Poetry Contest - Comments Thread
from Iqbal's The Cup Bearer
what's life current? but a sword?
what is self? theedge of a sword?
what is self? life's heart secret
what is self? awakening all fret
sight - drunk, crazy for solitude
in a drop, ocean's plentitude
in darkness, light, shinning with glee
springs from I, You, and yet free
its beginning precedes, follows end,
limitless it is, at each end
ever - flowing in Time's river,
for waves' buffets, it has liver
changing paths of investigation,
varying vision at each sensation
easy for it, each uphill task
unravelled is, eah hurdle's mask
beginning and end, journey's nature
the secret of its, nomenclature
moon beam has glint, stone has flint
colourles it is, yet daubed in tint
it bothers not, more or less
up and down, digress, regress
since beginning, struggle's prisoner
came in Adam's clay, as shape-setter
seat of self, rests in thy heart
as eye's pupil, sky's resort