Distant bells ... 1905 - 2k13

[saadat tahir]

Not for a trice feel a wayward twinge
for distant bells that hollow ring
familiar creak of the wooden loft
loving caress to a cheek so soft

so hold your child and merrily sing
to hug him dear and arms fling
savor the morning's early dew
tis the love that but earn a few

look the eye of your beaming beau
the glint therein that you watched grew
in your frock and braid and held flower
the sun the moon and shining star

the well worn stair, forward deck
wizened eye that seeks your beck
feline grace of your cat’s stretch
topped pail, in which you water fetch

sing and dance and take a step
to homely kitchen and roasting prep
tumblers stacked and the slanty mop
from window watch that ye often hop


original
saadat tahir
19 May, 2k13
Islamabad.

This poem is done as first, in a series of three, portraying three different lives of women.
A very popular series (soap opera like published series) in my home country is called ...'teen aurten teen kahanian' (Urdu)
translation.... three women three stories
i have tried to be non judgmental and just portrayed what the minds eye sees.
There is no bias involved or preference, just a poetic rendering of what i see around me.
Yes.... just my impressions.

Distant bells...1905 - 2k13
Sovereign girl … 1905 - 2k13
Back home wife … 2905-2k13

[Hamdam]

Hi Doctor sahib,
Your poem was well crafted ,but honestly I could not gather much.
Pls elaborate that you were depicting woman as a child here.

Sanjay Sehgal

[saadat tahir]

Originally Posted by Hamdam

Hi Doctor sahib,
Your poem was well crafted ,but honestly I could not gather much.
Pls elaborate that you were depicting woman as a child here.

Sanjay Sehgal

ok will soon
but sigh...the purpose of my poem is lost

stay blessed

[Ahmad Hyderabadi]

Originally Posted by saadat tahir

Not for a trice feel a wayward twinge
for distant bells that hollow ring
familiar creak of the wooden loft
loving caress to a cheek so soft

so hold your child and merrily sing
to hug him dear and arms fling
savor the morning's early dew
tis the love that but earn a few

look the eye of your beaming beau
the glint therein that you watched grew
in your frock and braid and held flower
the sun the moon and shining star

the well worn stair, forward deck
wizened eye that seeks your beck
feline grace of your cat’s stretch
topped pail, in which you water fetch

sing and dance and take a step
to homely kitchen and roasting prep
tumblers stacked and the slanty mop
from window watch that ye often hop


original
saadat tahir
19 May, 2k13
Islamabad.

This poem is done as first, in a series of three, portraying three different lives of women.
A very popular series (soap opera like published series) in my home country is called ...'teen aurten teen kahanian' (Urdu)
translation.... three women three stories
i have tried to be non judgmental and just portrayed what the minds eye sees.
There is no bias involved or preference, just a poetic rendering of what i see around me.
Yes.... just my impressions.

Distant bells...1905 - 2k13
Sovereign girl … 1905 - 2k13
Back home wife … 2905-2k13

Aadaab Doctor Saahab!
am lost for words... calling it a snapshot or a Da Vinci's painting with words would be noway near enough... to be honest I have no idea about the series you've mentioned ... but your depiction of impression with your choicest expressions and unique style defies the saying " a picture is worth a thousand words".. here your few lines turn that notion upside down... perhaps this is what I believe art of poetry is! In short you took us on a visual tour of the imgery you've captured with your words!

Just one word Sir..Thanks!

[saadat tahir]

Aadaab Doctor Saahab!
am lost for words... calling it a snapshot or a Da Vinci's painting with words would be noway near enough... to be honest I have no idea about the series you've mentioned ... but your depiction of impression with your choicest expressions and unique style defies the saying " a picture is worth a thousand words".. here your few lines turn that notion upside down... perhaps this is what I believe art of poetry is! In short you took us on a visual tour of the imgery you've captured with your words!
Just one word Sir..Thanks!
Duagoh... Ahmad


thanx Ahmad bhai... you heap praise that i scarce deserve... thanx anyway... i am indebted for your choice of kind words...
blessings