Istanbul … 17052k14 Poem by saadat tahir

Istanbul … 17052k14



warrior painter preacher sage
something here from every age
that scholars students alike rage

conqueror vicar silent monk
on glades and lakes geese honk
comes of age the Turkish wonk

gawkers hawkers fill Taksim
bubbling cauldron full to brim
nuzzling youth in corners dim

parks museums golden horn
races many, winds had borne
melted in and a nation born

bridges tunnels trains tracks
baggage stacks, touristy sacks
millions pass with their packs

landscape of hearty blissful views
legends of maidens run profuse
sparking the wit of many a muse

trams crisscross old and new
boats of every colour and hue
patience is this country's glue

thump of music in the air
Sounds of supping, laughter fair
A hijab'd figure hurrying there

on road street corner bend
gladly offered for every trend
delicious food of every blend

painted girls in streets by side
waiting consorts to hitch a ride
for just a night they'll be a bride

dine wine and dancing girls
a life of travel jewels pearls
historic fancy of counts earls

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
original.
saadat tahir.
17th May,2k14.
Istanbul-Turkey

Taksim, a much frequented touristy square in Istanbul
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khalida Bano Ali 25 August 2014

A lovely description of Istanbul, a colorful painting.

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 14 June 2014

Fabulous genius rhyming here and all about Istanbul. Turkey must be a magnificent place! But a few lines irked me and reminded of the one night stand African call gals who suffer a lot here in Tanzania too, rangin frm STDs to myriad other problems. The Indians like us know how to be in their limits and suffer neither AIDS, nor single-motherhood etc.

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Yasmin Khan 08 June 2014

A picture is painted so well in words that we're transformed to the place. I enjoyed with my inward eye. The poem itself 'sparkle the wit' of a reader.

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Yasmin Khan 08 June 2014

A picture is painted so well in words that we're transformed to the place. I enjoyed with my inward eye. The poem itself 'sparkle the wit' of a reader.

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