After
Poem for Professor Frye by Nausheen Eusu
Guardian
“The pale dawn
of longing descends,”
with its relentless, unyielding stand;
yet not completely voicing its way:
He hides all this under cover of
Longing and sane will forging ahead.
Yet the Soul refuses to see all this,
for it is in bemused state, The soul
confronts that “outside the window frame is”
for the body and soul now refuse to
get along the journey.
Father Time, unmindful of all
these, strides
in its carriage
giving a nod to
men and pitfalls;
Looks as if Time is convinced
That Man is incorrigible
and
Beyond redemption at least now.
Now the trio of silence and dark flesh
and jaded heart
with faded love;
it is all like
a broken bone,
What is the broken bone, can one
Resuscitate life, infuse romance?
It darkens the flesh,
“ flesh is dark”
Loss of faith,
loss of blood and
Endpoint of living. Neither longing
Nor the bone succeed but only the
Waiter Time with its measured beat.
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