I'M Only Eight…international Day Of Innocent Children,4 June. Poem by saadat tahir

I'M Only Eight…international Day Of Innocent Children,4 June.

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International Day of Innocent Children Victims of Aggression,4 June

Furtively search for the hook.
Each side carefully must I look.
Is there a cop in my sight?
Is there a route for my flight?
Maggie just went that a way.
She didn't much, have to say.
But she seemed, distant taut.
Stuck are we in a Latino onslaught.
Three reefers all, she got the glock.
Wish I could turn back the clock.
We lost yank and tim that day.
Got em the cleavers on their way.
Now; I must, sell this grass.
Last time bro just nicked me glass.
Pounding heart, I must go.
Back here hitch the garbage stow.
Wish I could swirl and do the thwunk,
Like the kids, at high school dunk.
Pa left us months; for her sake.
Now mom is out, there at stake
Scar barged in, with her yesterday.
Slyly asked me, whether I'm gay.
Yanked me up by my scruff.
Mom when yelled, he left in a huff.
Wont have supper an no snack,
Messed the guy, tells me jack.
It's been months, the hacking cough.
Nothing at home but mamas snuff.
Li'l Johnnie plastered by a freight
What shall I do …I'm only eight!

(Islamabad)
(June 04,2009)

http: //www.acpp.org/sevents/0604.html
http: //www.irct.org/Default.aspx? ID=3558&M=News&NewsID=1391

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
C. P. Sharma 09 June 2009

saadat, I agree with Bob and Linda. It is great poetry for a great cause. CP

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Anjali Sinha 12 June 2009

very nice poem Saad really lovely it touchhhhhhhhhhed me -10 anjali

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excellent poetry and very touching

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Saadat Tahir 13 June 2009

FromAlmedia Knight (Brooklyn United States; Female; 74) To: Saadat Tahir Date Time: 6/13/2009 12: 51: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: I'm only eight..International Day of Innocent Children,4 June Hi, I had to bring out all the tools-which I don't have a lot-for reading and understanding this heart-wrenching piece of work in search of the truth that a society's young and old endure- which is a universal truth. This poem interweaves several themes: aggression and or suppression of others or conditions placed upon a people by circumstances beyond their control.By using a freshness of perception (' Each side carefully must I look. Furtively search for the hook' I was quickly caught by these two lines. What striking images were painted by the interweaving of social, economical, and a cultural- good, bad, indifference. Economical usage of language and pleasing rhythms to my ears. Well, doctor, I'm giving you a 10+++. I hope you enjoyed writing this great poem as much as I did reading it! with much Regard Almedia

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Vidi Writes 13 June 2009

Its a timely piece of rejoinder - Uprooted trees left to burn Age of toys, toiling. Conflict wounds and kills Minors coiling at mines Kneel down at gunpoint of X Crumbling and sinking, none to feed Sick and dead live together Is there a hope to better? This is a point of Poignant. Melting point...still the head reels Reasons fail to reckon... Why...so? Enjoyed the read. Thank you.

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Samantha Robinson 19 June 2012

If you are going for an american then don't use nicked me glass that's english slang. Listen to some Biggie Smalls, tupac etc, also lil wayne for more recent american street slnag. Also go for less commars in sentences. I would have said she didn't have much to say and and no but next sentence, it's good doesn't need it. She seemed distant, taut. No need for we lost tim etc, it's implied by next line. Back here hitch? Pounding heart i must go, Back here ditch? ? Not sure why you used hitch Don't use Pa or Ma, white trash america. Love the line mom is out there, i'd go for tied to the stake. Implies drugs, prostitution which i believe you were going for. I would also leave out the last two lines. My opinion only. I'm going to read some of your work about your country. You can write. Samantha

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Ritty Patnaik 15 September 2009

dear saadat, a highly emotional and a passionate write, about the young generations problems.their innocense is lost in exposure to a world, not meant for young children to face.yet, it is their world.lovely poemsaadat.best wishes. ritty

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Suicidal Magic 14 July 2009

'Like the kids, at high school dunk. Pa left us months; for her sake. Now mom is out, there at stake' i like this part! i luv ur poems and this one is very amazing!

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Furtively search for the hook. Each side carefully must I look. Is there a cop in my sight? Is there a route for my flight? precious word gift in the form of poems on international day.. lovely write... good presentation.. read mine child, school, and teacher no please....

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Lady Black Rose 19 June 2009

this is very beautiful writing....

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