رَب سُوہنے دِی نافرمانی
دِسدا نئیں ناں تَد کردے اُو
(رمضان تائب)

تشریح: (اللہ کی نافرمانی اس لئے کرتے ہو کہ
اللہ نظر نہیں آتا۔ 😥💔)

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Life is aggravating, as your mind descends into chaos and failure, and your body has already been there for quite some time, your disabled and only getting worse, your trapped in poverty, you exist in constant pain and exhaustion, and despite your sliding decline of executive cognitive functions, your brain keeps spitting out random and absurd ideas, that had you had the capital to not only actually live each day but to actively apply to some of those outrageous ideas, you could actually have something, the horrible reality of disability ageing and poverty are, you can have a million million dollar ideas, but at the end of the day, your broken body is going to bed on a horrible mattress you may or may not have been lucky enough to eat that day, and you may or may not have had the means to shower and put on clean clothes, life not only aggravating but a colossal disappointment all around;

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A Poem of the Day from Landroverfarm Press

"speak, act, fantail"
Published: 2011
Pastoral

urgent, fragmented, ecological
nature, communication, birds

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For it is not one's choice to exist within desolation, but a reality of converging calamities, that drowns ones being deep within the abyss, for as the pain radiates like the light of the sun, and the body failing into a disabled trance, when circumstances pour poverty in abundance upon one's walking grave, despair withers away leaving the desolate zombie to wander for all eternity;

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it begins

It begins with mare's tails: wisps of ice

That spread, ghostly fingers from



Beyond the southwestern horizon; her

Ears feel the chill as she is planting bulbs.

"Go inside," her chapped hands urge her,

"Inside, your steaming kettle waits."

"Not yet," she replies. In her mind's eye

She watches thousands of daffodils bloom



Where grass grew. She must plant hundreds

If her dream will breathe. Altocumulus,

Those clouds like schools of fish, arrive.

Her hands are hurting her now; cold clay



Milking moisture from gapped skin.

As she bends, shovel in one hand,

Round brown balls of life in the other,

Each destined for a hole along her fence,

She senses wind lifting skirts of



The cottonwoods and willows. Raindrops

Are arriving now, slanting through trees,

Investing her sleeves and hair with wet.

Leaving off at last, she, crutching on her

Shovel, pivots to her tea-providing fire.

-- shonin #gardening #poetry #acrostic #homesteading #seasons