Another Black Beauty

Let’s have a look back at the blissful past
And remember a gifted shadow that shone
A guest that stopped by my lawn so vast
A cute little fellow dark as Black Beauty

Settling on the emerald-green, pure grass
Demanded he a delicious, savory meal
Served our tender maid happily a mass
Of pearl millet poured in a squeaky plate

Chomped he each bit in deep jubilation
Rest’d in our fragrant garden till evening
Then, flapping his wings in valediction
He flew in the sky so serene, so golden

But remained he no more a mere guest
Land’d he in our flowery lawn e’ery day
To enjoy free meals, to have good rest
My best friend was he, my joy, my smile

Knew he life’s a wee volatile substance
”Eat, fly and be merry” was his motto
None dared to disturb his tip-top stance
Nor did we kick us in a cage so dinky

A jollity was he, a priceless beautitude
A bird savoring the mirth of freedom
We in his eyes could see his gratitude
We cosseted him, he gave us back love

Cherished he dreams of forever liberty
That cracked and cracked, until they
Remain’d nothing but memories of glee
And an easy closed chapter of his life

Became he maybe a prisoner in cage
Or a decoration piece thrown in zoo
We sorrowfully turned on a new page
Of times binded with bitter nostalgia

All what’s left is an ebony-dark feather
That cuddle I like a teddy bear in bed
The crow-black nights do my tears better
And I see Black Beauty flying in the sky

A mortal exuberance was Black Beauty
A fragrance, a rain, a plucked flower
Now only in my poetry world can I see
Him waiting for lunch in my wide lawn

And fills my land with incessant rains
Teardrops run down my downcast face
Black Beauty left back a bouquet of pains
And memories that still dance in my heart

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Muhammad Farhan Ahmed

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I was born in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. I started writing at the age of 11. I am a passionate poet and I use the power of my heart and my imaginations to write poems. I've been writing poetry for five years. I initially wrote free-verse poetry but I was inspired by William Wordsworth's poems and then I switched to rhythmic poetry. I am a poet of emotions and sentimentality. I embellish my thoughts and ideas by adding several metaphors, idioms, and similes. In 2013, I participated in an inter-school poetry competition in which I was awarded the first prize. I'm hoping to publish a book which compiles up all my poems, called ''Farhanite''. In my opinion, being a poet is like living in a world of dreams and inner visualizations, that you turn into words adorned by beautiful metaphors, similes, idioms, and rhymes. Poetry is a tool that completely changes your personality, your style, your ambitions, and in short, you.
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J.rid
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Beautiful, sad, and rememberance this poem flows like the clouds in the sky. Yes the bird keeps coming back for the crumbs as we do at times in our life trying to find a bough to perch. Loved it, my own mind took off in flight to.

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