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27 Apr

The Tale of Love

The Tale of Love


Nosheen Irfan


Nosheen Irfan was born in Lahore, Pakistan on 13th of March 1978. A secondary school teacher and a voracious reader, Irfan turned to writing rather late. Her dream is to become a professional writer. For the time being she attains gratification in expressing herself creatively so that her voice will be heard somewhere. She acknowledges that literature has had a great formative influence upon her, broadening her perspectives and giving her exposure to great geniuses of yore. “The Tale of Love”, as the title suggests, tells a tale of love. Despite the insincerity of her lover, the speaker needs him, for without him her quill goes dry and her verses lose rhyme. Note how the poem uses archaisms and rhetorical questions to great effect.


O love! Thou are not for me

My bleeding heart shall not hold thee

Thou made a home, in lonely dreams

A bird, in search of mountains and hills

O love! What did thou give me?

Ephemeral joy, filled with shadows

Scattered grains floating in the water

I held thee close to my chest

Thou stabbed me in the back

My verses lose rhyme, by thy grace

A splash of ink fills the yellow page

The tale of love is written on smoke

Adrift on the fickleness of wind.

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