Monday, December 13, 2010

For the reason that

I watched the proud old trees
Standing erect, like awakened conscience.
Peace and silence.
No soul to be seen.
Clearly the winter has not finished its story,
And the sun, chained by the fogs
Is still waiting for its belated glory.

The winding paths looped along,
and the wild wind above
In a flood of mists blew.
And with our dear earth I am ever in love,
Because you are walking it too…


Elisabeth said...

We walk different ends of the earth together. Thanks, Nazia.

Nazia Mallick said...

Thank you Elisabeth
Like always!

rosaria at the lake said...

We're all on a path, all trying to reach our soul's destination.

mehnaz said...

very beautiful! loved reading your blog!
WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.

Nazia Mallick said...

Thank you Rosaria

Nazia Mallick said...

Thank you Mehnaz.

Basque-Land said...

Yes, yes, we are all so fortunate to be "walking it too" and mindful of that fortune makes this life so so so wonderful. Thank you Nazia.

Nazia Mallick said...

Lovely Rozanna!
Thanks to you too.


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