Hope......(Hope Reigns Supreme) Poem by saadat tahir

Hope......(Hope Reigns Supreme)

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The hissing wind and the swishing sea
with a vengeance turns the wind to lee

Ragging sails, the ship is free
Seagull screams in the distance see

Distraught people in a ship at sway
Creaking stern and the ropes'll, fray

Vociferous sounds of the angry spray
To ghastly thoughts the heart a prey

Not a soul aboard that doth not pray
Rising hands against the wicked gray

O' Lord 'Save us from the swishing array'
Confusion mounting screams of dismay

Such was the scene and even yet
A man in white I cannot forget

Unaware of all the cold and wet
he sat eyes closed and face all set

He muttered to himself now and then
free from feelings of where and when

The calm of his face in darkness shown
with a majestic grandeur; he left his throne

Thus he spoke to the people aloud
'Brothers and sisters look at the cloud

The lord remembers his creation's plight
Through the crevice comes a ray of light

The rescue boats you need not fight
For yonder look the land’s in sight'

(from personal files-Vintage 1975) .
(Islamabad)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Passionate Reader 13 October 2013

Brilliant work :) It's not only rhyming but the whole poem is flowing in a rhythm with a great message. The apt use of vocabulary is something that always enlighten your writings. An enjoyable read. Blessings :)

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Ruth Rayment 02 February 2011

This is a truly beautiful poem, the words are used in such a rhythmic way.: 0)

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Kranthi Pothineni 15 July 2009

I knew how hard it is to write in rhyme along with rhythm. Well its really a worth appreciate write.

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Luwi Habte 10 July 2009

wow, a great one this too hope is the main interesting thing we had even from the creator of us, u me and all of the created things... nice idea too bravo! ! ! Luwi

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Fiona Davidson 24 April 2009

Vivid piece...great ryhming....10+++

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