The Listener

[Muskaan]

(Expressions from the heart

Without a shred of talent...for which I sincerely apologise)

The Listener

Break time

School playground

Peals of laughter, screams

Running, jumping

Somersaults in the sandpit

She lingered around the play area

Dreamy smile on her cherubic face

Gently kissed by short curls

A longing in her eyes

Hesitant desire in her heart

Held back

By blurred emotions

Defied

By physical impairment

Imperceptible

Yet undeniable

Children self-absorbed

Teachers gossiping, sipping tea

Oblivious of the little girl

Crouched

At the edge of the playground

Finally

Back to class

Resigned to the rest of the day…..

***

3 0’clock!

Children scramble out

In all directions

The little girl

Sits on a wooden bench

Skinny legs dangling

Weighed down by heavy shoes

A necessity to set right

Picturing the goodies she will eat

Stomach growling slightly

Patiently waiting

Knowing she will be delayed

As always

All at once,

Her name is called

She looks up expectantly

An unmistakable smile

She walks as fast as she can

Running, almost

Dragging her over-sized bag

‘Salam my angel

How was your day?’

The little girl recounts,

With much enthusiasm,

How she skipped, ran, jumped…..

A sad, knowing smile from mum

A warm life-giving embrace

Finally she belongs

A surge of confidence

To be the queen of the house

Heartily laugh without reservations

Throw some tantrums even

For a few hours

Before she returns

To take her place

As the Observer

The Listener…

[EyeHeart]

Nice, I like it. Is it your first attempt?

[Nimra]

Reminded me of my school days :angel: .Dont know much about poetry rules but I liked it .Its touching.

[Rohani]

(salam)

:) very wonderful poem and it lead up to a pleasant ending. i liked the way you wrote this and it gets the imagination onto the poem as well, and that is not found everywhere. jazaka Allah keep posting your writtings insha Allah

(wasalam)

[Sehnsucht]

Wow... this is absolutely breath-taking. Not merely a shred of talent... you have talent in spades mash'Allah. :)

Your poem reminded me so much of how I was as a child, and how tenderly and intuitively my mom responded to my quirks... I was moved to tears.

[Muskaan]

Thank you for all your wonderful comments.

Nice, I like it. Is it your first attempt?

Yes my first ever attempt.

Reminded me of my school days :angel: .Dont know much about poetry rules but I liked it .Its touching.

I am happy that you could relate to the setting. (PS I dont know too much about poetry rules myself)

(salam)

:) very wonderful poem and it lead up to a pleasant ending. i liked the way you wrote this and it gets the imagination onto the poem as well, and that is not found everywhere. jazaka Allah keep posting your writtings insha Allah

(wasalam)

Keep posting my writings?...Thank you so much...that you have the confidence that I can actually write more.

Wow... this is absolutely breath-taking. Not merely a shred of talent... you have talent in spades mash'Allah. :)

Your poem reminded me so much of how I was as a child, and how tenderly and intuitively my mom responded to my quirks... I was moved to tears.

Moms are always special and I am so happy that my writing invoked fond memories.

Edited December 17, 2009 by Muskaan

[Muskaan]

The theme is about a happy enthusiastic little girl, very special, but suffers from a mild disability. The disability is subtle and so I did not put an obvious emphasis on it...just gentle references. (Not sure if it was identified)

If you do read this and like it, please pray for this precious soul, that she can fit into the "normal" world as she progresses. She is trying really hard, ever-smiling, with an amazing understanding.

[Spriglief]

If I’m the judge of anything, then I can say this shows not a little talent. It is difficult to write with a light hand as you have done here. Thank you for sharing this little girls story. I said two prayers for the little girl, and one for the person who loves her.

[Rohani]

Thank you for all your wonderful comments.

Keep posting my writings?...Thank you so much...that you have the confidence that I can actually write more.

(salam)

Of course you can insha Allah when the writing mood reaches you, and something inspires you as it seems this one was inspired by a reality. so in my opinion you surly can. and insha Allah one day i will come in here and see a new one from you. and your welcome jazaka Allah

(wasalam)

[Guest Zahratul_Islam]

(Expressions from the heart

Without a shred of talent...for which I sincerely apologise)

Before she returns

To take her place

As the Observer

The Listener…

your talent is pretty obvious ;) I loved it, especially the end bit which was really very powerful and tied it all together so perfectly. It is very impressive.

[awaitingyou1]

aww .. much like me :)

[thats me titch]

Well written poem. Who's the inspiration may I ask?

Edited January 6, 2010 by thats me titch

[*~Fatima~*]

(Expressions from the heart

Without a shred of talent...for which I sincerely apologise)

The Listener

Break time

School playground

Peals of laughter, screams

Running, jumping

Somersaults in the sandpit

She lingered around the play area

Dreamy smile on her cherubic face

Gently kissed by short curls

A longing in her eyes

Hesitant desire in her heart

Held back

By blurred emotions

Defied

By physical impairment

Imperceptible

Yet undeniable

Children self-absorbed

Teachers gossiping, sipping tea

Oblivious of the little girl

Crouched

At the edge of the playground

Finally

Back to class

Resigned to the rest of the day…..

***

3 0’clock!

Children scramble out

In all directions

The little girl

Sits on a wooden bench

Skinny legs dangling

Weighed down by heavy shoes

A necessity to set right

Picturing the goodies she will eat

Stomach growling slightly

Patiently waiting

Knowing she will be delayed

As always

All at once,

Her name is called

She looks up expectantly

An unmistakable smile

She walks as fast as she can

Running, almost

Dragging her over-sized bag

‘Salam my angel

How was your day?’

The little girl recounts,

With much enthusiasm,

How she skipped, ran, jumped…..

A sad, knowing smile from mum

A warm life-giving embrace

Finally she belongs

A surge of confidence

To be the queen of the house

Heartily laugh without reservations

Throw some tantrums even

For a few hours

Before she returns

To take her place

As the Observer

The Listener…

is sweet. *tearful*

*hearts little girl*

[Psychopath]

This is a beautiful piece of poetry. I love the way you concluded it.