Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Midnight Lamp

The midnight lamp kept burning silently
its quiet fire narrated some tales

Unattended, were some of them...still
thus ignored went this burning sacrifice to them

The lamp held in it thousands of stories
and it kept talking to only a few

Then came the gush of wind from nowhere
And there it stood all burnt

The midlight lamp was no more
but the brightness was more than it ever bore

14 comments:

  1. vry beautifull lyk all ur work:)but its most creative o all.picture o midnyt lamp iz painted in an awsome way.love it!!waitng 4 more.go ahead!!

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  2. salam, nice words a story of sacrifice which waz actually ignored .nice n beautifully created by u.ur all poemz were AMAZING .n i beleive that u once becme FAMOUS WRITER ,KNOWN BY WORLD.v all feel proud of u, ALLAH BLESS U

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  3. Yar its amazing, Outstanding, awsome, gr8, excellent, superb, mind blowing nd i dont have enough words to describe it. Yar i m really impressed nd i cant wait for ur next poem yar......!!

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  4. Hassan Farooq RAnaJanuary 25, 2010 at 8:47 PM

    it is gud bt sme more effort can b made...... anyways keep it up lady!! cheers to u!!

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  6. i love it!
    the poem is deeper in meaning and beautifully portrayed.
    the gush of wind represents an ultimate end to the suffering and the brightness shows the joy of relief.

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  7. Pretty deep and cool!

    Keeep on!

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  8. yes! This is it! This poem is my most favorite Am! I love it, love it, love it. This so reminds me late at night when im camping with all my friends out in the mountains:-) Awesome work!

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  9. AWESOME MY MONA API..HATS OFF TO YOU...

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  10. hmm u re much more genious and deep thinker then me hehe :) really a nice one (y)

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  11. oh, it sound like 1001 nights stories :) nice poem. I do like it.

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  12. this poem has made me ur fan
    its a master piece of ur creations v r waiting for a lot more to come
    "it kept talking to a few"
    i think a few can only hear night lamp n understand it so it talks to only them and when the gush of wind blows it out,although it has conveyed itself to a few, the brightness is more, but those few can conduct the light more

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  13. Awesomely said Amna....... Weldon

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Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Midnight Lamp

The midnight lamp kept burning silently
its quiet fire narrated some tales

Unattended, were some of them...still
thus ignored went this burning sacrifice to them

The lamp held in it thousands of stories
and it kept talking to only a few

Then came the gush of wind from nowhere
And there it stood all burnt

The midlight lamp was no more
but the brightness was more than it ever bore

14 comments:

  1. vry beautifull lyk all ur work:)but its most creative o all.picture o midnyt lamp iz painted in an awsome way.love it!!waitng 4 more.go ahead!!

    ReplyDelete
  2. salam, nice words a story of sacrifice which waz actually ignored .nice n beautifully created by u.ur all poemz were AMAZING .n i beleive that u once becme FAMOUS WRITER ,KNOWN BY WORLD.v all feel proud of u, ALLAH BLESS U

    ReplyDelete
  3. Yar its amazing, Outstanding, awsome, gr8, excellent, superb, mind blowing nd i dont have enough words to describe it. Yar i m really impressed nd i cant wait for ur next poem yar......!!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Hassan Farooq RAnaJanuary 25, 2010 at 8:47 PM

    it is gud bt sme more effort can b made...... anyways keep it up lady!! cheers to u!!

    ReplyDelete
  5. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

    ReplyDelete
  6. i love it!
    the poem is deeper in meaning and beautifully portrayed.
    the gush of wind represents an ultimate end to the suffering and the brightness shows the joy of relief.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Pretty deep and cool!

    Keeep on!

    ReplyDelete
  8. yes! This is it! This poem is my most favorite Am! I love it, love it, love it. This so reminds me late at night when im camping with all my friends out in the mountains:-) Awesome work!

    ReplyDelete
  9. AWESOME MY MONA API..HATS OFF TO YOU...

    ReplyDelete
  10. hmm u re much more genious and deep thinker then me hehe :) really a nice one (y)

    ReplyDelete
  11. oh, it sound like 1001 nights stories :) nice poem. I do like it.

    ReplyDelete
  12. this poem has made me ur fan
    its a master piece of ur creations v r waiting for a lot more to come
    "it kept talking to a few"
    i think a few can only hear night lamp n understand it so it talks to only them and when the gush of wind blows it out,although it has conveyed itself to a few, the brightness is more, but those few can conduct the light more

    ReplyDelete
  13. Awesomely said Amna....... Weldon

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Thanks a bunch to all the readers and comment writers!!

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