Brooks are weeping gently on each stone, calling;
Soft the wind consoles with a light moan calling.
Autumn leaves float faintly to the ground;
They flitter along in the wind’s drone calling.
Deep in the forest, an ancient falls crashing;
Silent airs pursue its last, lone calling.
Seeds take to soil; clouds nest in tall canyons—-
Each heeded the seat of its high throne calling.
Do you wonder where the falling stars land?
They go the way of their last known calling.
What is that sound so difficult to hear?
The silent sound of the heart’s own calling.
Zahhar hears again your delicate voice—-
Sweet on the breeze, a subtle tone calling.
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to learn more about the ghazal: allpoetry.com/Column/784848/all=1
Written August 30th, 2002
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The "ghazal" you have penned over here sounds quite refreshing to the ear. The thought-patterns evoke an acute sense of oneness with nature. Calling! I like the way you've done it. Your site is a treasure-chest of ghazals penned in English. I think, I must often try visit to read my favorite form of poetry. Thanx for keeping it alive here on AP. Blessings, Sophie.
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Hope springs eternal, I'd say,
Here you have spent 4 couplets speaking of one ending or another and finish by showing us that amidst these endings Zahhar sees new beginnings. A truly wonderful peek into your personal spirituality my friend. Well done.
Del
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This is a beautiful piece; but it leaves me with a question for you. Watch out for an IM.
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the way you describe the last call is very poetic and even appealing in a certain way.
I Think that we all wonder where the falling stars land, and the will to see them close can be very strong.
Yet, I still think that we need to wait, patiently for the right time to come.
This is a very beautiful poem, and the images are clear enough to paint all what you see in the mind of the readers. It did for me
Hugs,
Mari
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