2) Response Poem: on On hearing a lover not seen




On hearing a lover not seen

For twenty years has

Attempted suicide

I suspect it was over me (** From- Rooms are Never Finished pg.295)



on smelling fragrance of death,

i touched my nerves 

on feeling no pulse,

i took a deep breath.

i suspect he brought lavenders and lilies,

death is magical; love just made him dead.

-Preeti

Comments

  1. Kanika AhujaMay 11, 2019 at 1:43 PM

    Hey
    This is great!
    Your extension of the poem gives it a tangibility and an empathy, that Shahid left open to interpretation. "Love just made him dead" is a great line.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Kanika AhujaMay 11, 2019 at 1:43 PM

    Hey
    This is great!
    Your extension of the poem gives it a tangibility and an empathy, that Shahid left open to interpretation. "Love just made him dead" is a great line.

    ReplyDelete

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