"The Most Dangerous" by Paash
Most treacherous is not the robbery
of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture by the police.
Most dangerous is
To be filled with dead peace
Not to feel agony and bear it all,
Leaving home for work
And from work return home
Most dangerous is the death of our dreams.
Most dangerous is that watch
Which runs on your wrist
But stands still for your eyes.
Most dangerous is that eye
Which sees all but remains frostlike,
Most dangerous is the moon
Which rises in the numb yard
After each murder,
But does not pierce your eyes like hot chilis.
Please post original poem in Punjabi [in roman script]. it seems a beautiful poem. Much obliged.
ReplyDeleteThanks indeed for this and the other write-up on Paash. Would be happy to read the full poem. Best, rama
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ReplyDeleteI will post it the following days
but I don't have the time as of now.
But you can visit these for the time being
http://www.punjabilok.com/poetry/pash_kaav/pash_poetry_index.htm
http://www.paash.net/
Regards
Abhay
I like this poem very much..
ReplyDeleteMost dangerous is the death of our dreams...
comradely greetings
haisanlu