Trembling once and again

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Trembling once and again

As a tumbling tree
Trembling and though weak
Its branches bend down
when a storm blows
wedging a compassion on myself
and I brought up a cup as a nectar,
comes out of the dying roots
it heads on as a fortunate love
while I do it out of my atmosphere
blinding a verse out of my thought
garbing the occasion of my lamp
and it flirted the place to dance
those poor eyes had never slept
as that glaring up smoke of my stove
and in a sudden moment I reduce,
my breath to be as the faint fire remains
on a moment came up as a wild gesture

[Mohammad Ahmad]

poem 2
I don't know why this poem which its title ( Imperial scene to describe) three days and still can't be posted. Is it due to the title?
This one made me enough mad while trying posting it!! and hundred exclamations

[Mohammad Ahmad]

I often had many prepared poems, but I don't know why certain poem was stubborn to post, letting me send this one now

Is the man observative or what?

A man is observative
But somehow operative
Following his order,
to be conservative
went to college
hurrying to schools
learning not to be awkward relative
succeed to be improved curative
takes a lesson after a lesson
No way to be a hero,
if selfish soul sticks on its causative reminders
but to be a hero when die
helping societies, leaving unremoved print
it will never die but shines on generations
as a reflecting shadow comes back
and repeated going on
far away will be seen
it will never failing withdraw

[dara.cv]

There is some beautifully imagery in your "Trembling once and again". I had to re-read it a couple of times to really gain the meaning. I think the order of some verses and the grammar made it somewhat unclear. Even with the mingle, there's something that held me closely grasped within the reading.