Me and myself … 1203 -2k13

[saadat tahir]

As we watch the drifting clouds
Me and myself, a lonesome consign
Together we gaze and gape
woven intricate nature’s design

hold us confounded simpletons
web and weft of so many bands
we see but we know not
the decent of hour glass sands

no handkerchief ready to
pick trickled drop from our eye
no hand to caress tender softly
as in unison we exhale our sigh

pebbles we fling out at dusk
tinkle and clink with passing time
fading our echoes and waning light
slowly edge closer to an eternal rhyme

burnt hulk from meteoric strike
a silent scream unheard so loud
echoing somber rip and tatter
of a soundless shadowy shroud


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saadat tahir
12th Mar, 2k13
Islamabad.

[zainy]

No handkerchief ready to
pick trickled drop from our eye

Ah! thats quite touching............

With a lot of simplicity in words you said a big truth of life..

Your poem is yet another gem.......

Thanks for treasuring this site with your invaluable jewels....