Home and Hearth…World Refugee Day/displaced persons day. June,20.

[saadat tahir]

Have no space and no worth.
Shorn of grace, torn off mirth.

Lost we hands, left and right.
Yearn we just a ray of light.

Left we back, home and hearth.
Outstretched hands, girdle earth.

Whence to go in larger interest?
Home; how come, has been infest?

Hearts and minds reduced to crust.
We’ll be settled as booted dust.

Left behind, few things we stashed.
Brutally our life and soul rehashed.

At times termed, displaced ones.
Painfully suffer the nomadic puns.

Pastures once that sprouted charms.
Scarred and pitted now cordite harms.

Goats the cows and our yeasts.
Horses we rode and burden beasts.

Ruined and caved in idle wells.
Ghostly ruined our blooming dells.

Swirling squalls; banshee screams.
Scatter to dust our nascent dreams.

Have no place to pitch or rest.
Our sanity’s now been put to test.

Where the water? Where the corns?
Where the pots? My golden morns?

Strewn shards devoid of scope.
Niente nicene and ruined hope.

original
saadat tahir
(Islamabad) ,
(Friday, June 19,2009)

[vikramjethi]

Originally Posted by saadat tahir

Have no space and no worth.
Shorn of grace, torn off mirth.

Lost we hands, left and right.
Yearn we just a ray of light.

Left we back, home and hearth.
Outstretched hands, girdle earth.

Whence to go in larger interest?
Home; how come, has been infest?

Hearts and minds reduced to crust.
Well be settled as booted dust.

Left behind, few things we stashed.
Brutally our life and soul rehashed.

At times termed, displaced ones.
Painfully suffer the nomadic puns.

Pastures once that sprouted charms.
Scarred and pitted now cordite harms.

Goats the cows and our yeasts.
Horses we rode and burden beasts.

Ruined and caved in idle wells.
Ghostly ruined our blooming dells.

Swirling squalls; banshee screams.
Scatter to dust our nascent dreams.

Have no place to pitch or rest.
Our sanitys now been put to test.

Where the water? Where the corns?
Where the pots? My golden morns?

Strewn shards devoid of scope.
Niente nicene and ruined hope.

original
saadat tahir
(Islamabad) ,
(Friday, June 19,2009)

Hello doc.

I spotted this, the very day you posted it....that day I miserably fell short of words, even today don't have much to say...jus' HATS OFF....!

[saadat tahir]

oh... u made my day....vikram bhaia...so kind
ur comments are very encouraging...and really thanq

tc
cheers

[saadat tahir]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSui1...eature=feedlik

for the occasion....

sat

[zainy]

Poem is yet another master piece...

The youtube link is just awesome...Heart warming background , Great talent, fantastic music, soothing rhythm & beautiful scenery. Just lovely........

Thanks for sharing it with us...

[EnigmA]

Originally Posted by saadat tahir

Have no space and no worth.
Shorn of grace, torn off mirth.

Lost we hands, left and right.
Yearn we just a ray of light.

Left we back, home and hearth.
Outstretched hands, girdle earth.

Whence to go in larger interest?
Home; how come, has been infest?

Hearts and minds reduced to crust.
We’ll be settled as booted dust.

Left behind, few things we stashed.
Brutally our life and soul rehashed.

At times termed, displaced ones.
Painfully suffer the nomadic puns.

Pastures once that sprouted charms.
Scarred and pitted now cordite harms.

Goats the cows and our yeasts.
Horses we rode and burden beasts.

Ruined and caved in idle wells.
Ghostly ruined our blooming dells.

Swirling squalls; banshee screams.
Scatter to dust our nascent dreams.

Have no place to pitch or rest.
Our sanity’s now been put to test.

Where the water? Where the corns?
Where the pots? My golden morns?

Strewn shards devoid of scope.
Niente nicene and ruined hope.

original
saadat tahir
(Islamabad) ,
(Friday, June 19,2009)

Adaab Janaab Dr.Tahir Sahab!

This Piece left me devoid of words. No matter how much I hold back to praise your work coz of the fear of polluting your intentions...I couldn't resist. For a man who sees daily, the demonization of these strife torn, plight driven people in the mass media for financial gain and by politicians for political gain, this is a word from the heart of a human. Thanks a lot Sir! Rab se Dua HAi Aap Ko Jazaa-e-Khair De!

Khush Rahein! abaad Rahein!