Bias Of Loaded Dimes… 2608-2k12 Poem by saadat tahir

The crispness of a chip
melts in an willing mouth
Keenness of fortunes ship
creaks to a perilous south

days and nights mingle
by side of sighing stars
Heave of a life single
brands in soul's scars

fair is the distant light
to one trudging on
mindless of the plight
which one hastens upon

drift of cosmic mists
sings swirl of mortal time
steer to holed lists
and bias of a loaded dime


Original
24 Aug,2012
Islamabad.