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The Bottled Letter

Stretching out on the golden diminutive granules,
Opening the eyes resisting the sun's blazing beam,
Barefoot and toes dancing through the cold breeze,
Holding a 'bottled letter' on the right hand; relaxing.

Dozing then waking from a toddler's joyous laugh,
Sitting up still grasping the poorly shaped letter,
Finding it rather attractive but it spoke of tomorrow,
Days of reconciliation from the bitter yesterday.

The author named "I"; the date not far from today,
From an indefinite location but a language I speak,
Written from right-to-left starting with اللهم لك الحمد,
Saddened by the beauty of tears, yet, optimistic.

"I" spoke of the ancestral origins of the humans,
Of the morals and values shared by the individuals,
Of the pin-pointed differences referred by organs,
And of the true path sought for a better tomorrow.

There the calligraphy ended before a tiny full-stop,
Folding the 'bottled letter' in halves and once again,
This time round holding it on the left upper limb,
And to my astonishment I laid on my back; relaxing.

Tuesday, 31st of August 2010

9 comments:

Magnifique said...

That's a nice one.
But why astonished?!

Bushra Kamalboor said...

Wow, that was so smooth...
i loved the descriptive words u've chosen :)
keep up ^^

Bu Thyab said...

Magnifique: thank you once again =)

And astonished because the first person in this poem was lying down relaxing and holding onto something very very important, the bottled letter, and then went back to relaxing without taking into consideration the content of the letter.

It spoke about important issues affecting the Islamic nation and of a time (not far from today), in other words, yesterday or a week ago, that needs to be addressed. So this letter served as a message "to be aware of what is going to happen to you guys as well, so prepare yourselves", but rather the person read it in a fast pace because he only mentioned the 'topic sentences' instead of a detailed overview of the "attractive letter" indicating his lack of thoroughness when reading it.

He did not change, but went back relaxing and probably thinking "I'll do something later".

This portrays some of the people today who are 'Muslims' by name believing that they have all the time to themselves reading the headlines of the newspapers and do nothing.

Bushra: thank you very much for passing and sharing your comment! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.

Magnifique said...

Hmmm...
That made the poem more interesting!
Liked the thought, & agree with it.
Thank you for the explanation bro.

Bu Thyab said...

Not a problem =)

MIB said...

Review my comments on previous posts to know what I think abt this piece of art.

Honestly, your work needs to be published. Mashalla Tabarak er R7maan!

Bu Thyab said...

When I have time, en sha Allah

Thanks =)

Anonymous said...

sa7 elsanek BuThyab

miss yaa..

Bu Thyab said...

9a7 bdank el'3aly!!