Quote:
Originally Posted by saadat tahir
So many times
we burn our own toil
cling to our fears
let them lives spoil
like the well done
kneaded tended dough
halfhearted, wretchedly
in the furnace throw
pain, imagined slight
burns in inward peep
so dear to our chest
we often happily keep
eagerly our ears listen
to demons guttural knell
glumly wait and let
some magic burn to hell
Original,
14th Dec,2k12
Islamabad.
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Sub'hanAllah! Kya baat haye.............
This poem... like the precious oil extracted from a large quantity of precious herbs............ the summary of the facts of life.... a craftsman at his best! Thanks for gifting us with such a class piece of art!
Duagoh
Ahmad