Poetry

White Swan (in imitation of Yeats)-Shahid Imtiaz

Oh, my white swan,
Why are you so mute?
You seldom twitter to others I know that
Mysterious, enigmatic, and sacred
But I understand your silence for sure.

Your arched snowy neck charms the romantic eye,
You land at fairy lakes of green waters creating ripples of delight,
Like a fish floating on the waves of the ocean with golden scales and silken fins.

You glide across the sky so swiftly so elegantly,
Unafraid, unconcerned and unmindful,
Of the dint of the world of disease and sickness,
Lost in your unending journey to the unknown skyline.

Your feathers and eyes always shine a sacred light,
Revealing the truth hidden from mankind,
Oh Swan, shake us from the slumber of lies,
And take us along to your destination,
Beyond the horizon to an unknown world,
Before you sing your last song,
Before you sing your last song.

Shahid Imtiaz is a Lahore-based Pakistani poet, writer, and professor of literature in English. He is the author of the acclaimed “Amorphous Lahore: Colonial and Postcolonial, A Journey Through History and Fiction”.
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