saadat tahir Poems

Flailing nailed to tree of woe
Heartiest deed canst answer lo
Thunder claps atop fated trees
Impending havoc doth not sees
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Picked me up off a table top
Puny li’l guy with botched up crop

Whistled along to the subway stop
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Somber silent, buzzing street
Unmoved by the shuffling feet,
Naive to the cold or heat,
Ceaseless on his endless beat.
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Through the router type a ruse
I am a hooker on the loose

I a pauper with unholy paunch
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Disharmony drubs, flings days,
Fate sour plays.
Inertia flays.
Haze.
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Together the elders and the young,
to splash around or take the plunge.

Farm on Tyne; to the clucking hen?
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Which the city
upon which ye soar
what the plaque
upon thy door
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Girls
Lovely, pretty
Chilling, wanting, hiding,
Counters, movies, streets, and meets
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Dedication for SAL on his birthday)
(A historic train ride from Istanbul to Makkah, via Petra* and Madain Saleh*-The Hijaz Rail*)

Chug chug tracks along varied hut
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Life is so simple when you are a child....
Your cry is wild but your bottom mild

Many times you make your parents mad,
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