lazy and sheathed the carrier at ease
no sooner a bit to eyes a please
rises to the occasion slowly swells
soon any doubts in prospectives quells
gladiator that fights a proxy war
always welcome this rated star
slowly puffs up and takes it place
by princes strong and debonair rake
baring its head through the mane
standing steady proud and vain
the gorged veins on its neck
solidly secured to a hirsute deck
at pat and prompt stands in force
hard and naughty delightfully coarse
a pied piper taking many to dips
Invited it glides and easily slips
as it huffs on a steamy course
goes with puffs and cries hoarse
Long and luscious music it plays
A magical flute by nights and days
This poem is magical and beautiful Saadat, I so enjoyed it reading it and found myself in this music. Sublime. Thank you.
Ever the lady.....I shall merely smile...nod....and say, this is a mighty poem: -) I shall say nothing of my talents as a flute player at all.
The flute truly is a magical instrument as is this poem that gives it life....
Simply......I want to study you to understand poetry, your poetry in particular...... Not Difficult, For that I just have to visit you in Islamabad and ask you lots of questions. Really you are great sir. Remarkable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
people say I'm magical