Embrace Of Arms … 1010-2k12 Poem by saadat tahir

Then whence
the watering can?
For yet....
the sun be low....
so far
the shadows long....
casting spells
on a tender shoot
labile little green
though it be fresh
by itself shy refresh
springing life
like
a crack in parched dawn
like
breeze at beautiful morn
like
breath of fresh air
like
sustaining love repair
soon it shall be warm
out of way of harm
adorned with trinkets charms
and loving embrace of arms

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10102012
Islamabad