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At Wadi Addawasir
by Prof. Dr. Anil K. Prasad
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Her little world is expanding
Ripples in a green pond, 
Expanding circles:
Slowly opening
Unnoticed, quietly;  a bud
Into a flower.

Her horizons are
Touching the earth
And the sky bending
To see the expanse
Of my last sojourn
And noticed a change:

Unchanged love
Perceived moves through
The modulations of the voice
On the phone, (the only choice)

Crossing the unimaginable distance
In a second, touching
The chords that create
The melody - fills my
Empty evenings
With heavenly tunes-
Palpitations in sand dunes

My day’s wait
Is magically pushed
Into a pleasant passing
Paradise, fresh breeze
Of unalloyed innocent affection
So far and so near
So balmy and so dear

Goes beyond tears –
tear the cloak
Of the fast travelling time-
It slows down,  ponders
And gets down
From the chariot
At Wadi Addawasir.

* Wadi Addawasir is a place in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.
 

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December 12, 2011
More By: Prof. Dr. Anil K. Prasad
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Comments on this Poem

Comment The pangs of isolation under the duress of commercial compulsions, the geographical segregation, the boundaries imposed by the order of time all blend and combine to create an impact that can be felt more intensely by those up against the pains of diaspora. The host culture is a psychological deterrent in the appreciation of alien conditions. The poem illustrates and expatiates the dilemma of a suffering individual through a host of images that grotesque and yet revealing.

Syed Afroz ashrafi
12/20/2011 16:30 PM

Comment The poem is excellent in composition.
Tears are bound to roll down the cheeks of every reader.
The mood and the mind set of every father and his inability to be present with his kin and kith at all times of their nourishment...due to compulsions at work place is depicted through excellent imagery....
Separation of distances is only physical..." who can separate the souls with their soul-mates"
The poem is a "Pathetic Beauty"...in short

Prof.Siva Prasad Peddi
12/13/2011 14:33 PM




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