Hello Everyone!
It is 25th of December and Christmas celebrations are at peak and here in Pakistan besides Xmas we are celebrating our Quaid-e-Azam Mohammad Ali Jinnah's 137th birthday.
Today is the official holiday and I am sitting here and thinking about my university days. And instantly I remembered Prof. Dr. Masud Amjad Ali who taught us poetry with that passion and vigor that I had started reading poetry. I remember the poem which took almost two weeks to complete was T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land", a modernist poem of 433 lines in five parts and with unlimited references.
I will share my detailed notes soon. But for now here are a few lines about thirst which are filled with water.
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
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