My Yearnings
Khawar Kazi
 
 
(I)
 
    Huge waves and foams
    Splash across the sea shore;
    My spirit restless roams
    For knowledge much more.
    Knowledge of the Arts,
    Of things that are fine,
    To gather their fragments and parts
    That they be eternally mine. 
    To be drenched with love,
    For desire to learn
    And thirst, which is above
    Quenching. And to burn,
    And alight my heart,
    Aflame with the knowledge of Art.
    (II)

    I sometimes wonder, if
    The canvass and the brush
    Would give more contentment,
    Than the holding of the pen.

    My pen moves and before I know,
    I have filled with words
    The blank leaves of paper.
    Poured out my soul.
    And felt at heart ‘Peace’.

    And yet, this yearning
    To represent in colour
    The depths of my soul,
    To create with paint and palette
    Things unknown to me.

    At times when I do attempt,
    And unfold myself to Art,
    I find, that before I put away
    The canvass, paint and oil,
    My pen has leaped and moved
    And expressed in words
    What it so wishes to do
    In colour, tone and form.

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