Auburn Curls With Goldilocks…2904-2k12 Poem by saadat tahir
Auburn Curls With Goldilocks…2904-2k12
Baking days and desolate nights
Well enshrined from far off lights
By daunting minarets high above
Scarce the flutter of a passing dove
Raging storms that rise to heights
Promises engulf in lasting blights
Alien lands stretch all around
How far away life's muffled sound
Amid sandy land and strewn rocks
Lies Auburn curls with lil' Goldilocks
Adorned in shards and twisted steel
By contorted circle of a rides wheel
Got with useless shekel's, pounds
Soaked and ruddy distant mounds
Never a murmur shall escape
From a treacherous landscape
Lie both together clipped wing
Like in life never to ask a thing
Amid sandy land and strewn rocks
Lies Auburn curls with lil' Goldilocks
All they knew was care and give
for else to love and solemnly live
yanked by fate for heaven's delight
angel's abode and nameless sight
the best aloft in earnest leave
sprouting soaked hearts sieve
left behind in sobs and heave
streaming tears, eternal grieve
Amid sandy stretch of strewn rocks
Lies Auburn curls with lil' Goldilocks
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29 April-2k12
Islamabad
A solemn poem about loss and resignation, beautifully written. One that I will remember.
An incredibly emotive and beautiful poem, so sad that it has arisen out of your despair. So sorry for your loss and may you find peace of mind in the fullness of time.
Always feel sad every time i read this, i always adore your spirit and strong heart..even u not realize it but that it actually exist and it is your precious thing that you ever posses inside.Be happy and my prayers for you always_Unwritten Soul
thnk'Q fr sharing ur poem... verily it's a grief...n I pray 4 u too...just keep thanking ALMIGHTY ALLAH fr every thing
OMG! I am speechless.... this poem made me cry.An incredibly emotive poem! May God bless you.
This is beautiful, so sad too. The picture you painted for me is nothing short of amazing from this poem! I might have to use this poem to paint you the picture of my mind's eye then send it to you as a gift. If I every find time to paint!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 3:18:56 AM # 1.0.0
how I could feel the pain and your grief I've never really lost the person I love but I have several times in despair and fear fear of losing people I love my heart feels squeezed, kneaded, was gripped by it whatever you feel but at least you get up again and you can share your resurrection your strength and your rigidity for people in need when they experience it like you