Cotton Pledgets… 21-1-12 Poem by saadat tahir

Cotton Pledgets… 21-1-12



on…..my birthday)

A bundle dropped in far of hut
a lumbering pelican eyes shut

Flapping wings in departing glide
Amply leers at the starting slide

Slowly fades in morning mists
In wake and vortex strewn gists

On cotton pledgets by loving hands
skip and dance on burning sands

pranced by ponds and banyan trees
chewed on canes, combs of bees

Ebb and flow of many a tide
Cantor, gallop of youthful ride

hand in hand skip and dance
as fate casts a bemused glance

pitter and patter of tender feet
in time to steady trudging sleet

hushed reflect the fading eyes
and painful tear of broken ties

snatched moments on the sly
truth bobbles on many a lie

Kaput heart and beaten brow
Splintered yolk and broken plough

From hearty laugh to silent dusk
from cheesy tops to dried rusk

lustrous verve to barren dune
Blusterous fresh to dried prune

Fading display of blurry sights
Tangled play of st Elmo’s lights

Numbered days on weary ways
Befuddled slog in swirling clays

those swanky leathers now lay by rot
The Maker’s anvil is searing hot

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stevie Taite 21 January 2013

Happy birthday Sir. One year on from this write. A beautiful poem with great imagination! Much enjoyed! X

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Natasha Smith 29 January 2012

Nice poem saadat! :) keep it up

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Farah Ilyas 21 January 2012

HaapPPPPppppppyyyyyyyyyy Birthdayyyyyy SssssSSSSaaaaaaAAAAAttttttttttttttt may UUUUUUUUUUUU hAVE MannnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY mORE

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Unwritten Soul 21 January 2012

you have beautiful number here 21-1-12 (it's like a palindromic date or day and years in mirror reflection) but the truest is Happy Birthday (today is his birthday) Yay! ! ! ! ! Happy Birthday Sat, your elegant write will always white as cotton, may your new days will embrace your smile always...keep your writing alive, it always excellent and make life so nice in your purple smile_Unwritten Soul

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Shahzia Batool 20 January 2012

Many many happy returns of the day...this poem reminds me of Joyce ' use of Epiphany, a religious term that refers to Magi who saw a baby in a manger but who saw more than a baby...it looks your own personal epiphany which serves like a casement through which you are trying to look into, n record, your past life...ebb n flow of many a tide/cantor, gallop of youthful ride....and, , painful sear of broken ties...don't know whether i have reached the thematic content or not, but it is beautifully composed in typical saadat tahir standard of diction...simply lovely poem...very good

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