Third World / Jewel Mazhar Poem by jewel mazhar

Third World / Jewel Mazhar



Don't go. Stay with me
At least as the fate of the third world.

Yet the train will be on it's course
Leaving behind a weeping noon.
Utterly skeletal and emaciated noon.


Every night the widow and her craving
will both lean against the all-hole tree
called the third world.

Thursday, May 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek 12 May 2016

Don't go. Stay with me At least as the fate of the third world. so you are concerned with the third world. good Mr. Mazhar. Good poem.

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Jewel Mazhar 12 May 2016

Thanks for your kind appreciation Mr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

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