Cousin … 0508-2k12 Poem by saadat tahir

The slacks clean and creasy pressed
At home comfy and casually dressed
There she stood in a blue top loose
To let life and confidence ooze
Fresh and flashing an infectious smile
Its writ so clear without any guile
Hands loosely held up as if to say
Where he gone with the clubs to play
blue silver garland blends so well
as do the watch strap and sandal shell
wedding ring worn and its glint
shimmers and shines a forceful hint
like the white painted classic door
and the deep blue rug on her floor
no common rug lies at her feet
classic and paid for with dollars neat
oops! dint see the golf set by her side
or lush green swaying in a front yard tide
gulp! .. :) …I'll just clam up and silent be
I can hear footsteps and it maybe he… ;)


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Saadat Tahir
05 Aug,2012
Islamabad.