Wilted Blossoms Poem by saadat tahir

Wilted Blossoms

Rating: 5.0


Whipping boy of Victorian days.
Weeping lonely Silent prays.
Lordship has the gift of youth.
Dies an rises that uncouth.
The lash will pain as it rains.
Welts and wheals of those canes.
The rending howl is deeper yet,
dwells profound an endless fret.
Chutes and lutes and em toys,
goodies of life for those boys.
HE forgets to send me die;
be beaten blue at every ploy.
Smell of cordite bitter sweet.
All the better taken neat.
Burn the orchard trample wheat.
Smoke em out with searing heat.
Distant mumbles turn to grumble,
an in time a gun will rumble.
Crush a bone and pulp the flesh
in time shall geal to steely mesh

(Islamabad)
(May 11,2009)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yasmin Khan 07 May 2013

The poem is strewn with befitting words to enhance the theme, The title is symbolic and suggestive. Some lines have deft alliterations. It's a nice composition.

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rago rago 11 May 2009

a beutiful write............crush a bone and pulp the flesh in time shall geal to steely mesh......... fantastic lines to ponder on........

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