High Flight….The Last Roll Over! (On Sad Demise Of Father)
”Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, -and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind I've ...
Shadow Of Swat
swat is the restive heavenly valley tucked in northern pakistan where acrid smell of gunpowder mingles with the sweet scent of conifers and aroma of truffles.
My valley once echoed with avian songs;
Now here, are committed dreadful wrongs.
Life itself is trussed with thongs
How for freedom, everyone longs!
Thuds and booms make me shudder.
Gone is the taste of cheese and udder,
or soothing hum of the millers wheels,