Click Mania….At The Muse’s Teat (100th Poem) ** Poem by saadat tahir

Click Mania….At The Muse’s Teat (100th Poem) **

Rating: 4.1


Time in anger, like flurry flies.
Imply and signal unfair cries.

Days seethe in a burning glare.
Krystal nacht for the corning ware.

Late night vigil lasso throws,
in a murky game fantasy flows.

Rooted nature, imagined stretch.
Games and flames make a wretch.

Samurai’s sword and letters mix,
In tangled web, unseemly nicks.

Weighty words like wonton bricks.
in laid out lines that fetters fix.

Silent invisible beauteous words.
Wayward flap like off track birds.

Lost path on the way to tricks.
At wits end and counting clicks.

Inching up of green tone bars.
Stirring hiccups, burning chars.

Streaming bits from luxuriant shade,
on blazing dunes like skewers laid.

Safely watch from afar the feats,
i an infant at the muse’s teats.

Endless feverish yet goes on?
To zealous love, a sentinel pawn!


(Islamabad)
(Aug 08,2009)
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inspired by a poem written by Ejaz Khan...sometime back

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Priyanka Bhowmick 25 June 2009

Congratulations on completing 100 first of all! ! :) yup that's right i completed mine yesterday n dedicated it to PH n all my frnds n members and that was a sheer happiness 4 meh...! !

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Carol Gall 25 June 2009

lol i will wait good for you

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Ashraful Musaddeq 26 June 2009

Interesting piece.

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Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 09 August 2009

One of the most beautiful couplets I've read so far. A musing feat that goes with a big bang.You've done it so well Saadat.Keep up the good work.Your 100th was superb!

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fine couplets.. nice poetry..

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Sonya Florentino 23 August 2009

congratulations on the 100th! And a fine one I must say, lot of emotion here, but if you're merely at the muse's teats, that's a good place to be, they say a woman's milk is the most nutritious, keep drinking!

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Pandian Angelina 12 August 2009

Wow! A flowing rhyme In celebration of a feat Words they excel Picturesque and fine Sketches you make And draw bold lines You seem keen To milk the Muse dry Even after a hundred If you claim yourself Still an infant - No! Beloved of all you remain And are wished many more Hundreds more to claim! Angel

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Kafil Uddin Raihan 10 August 2009

What a poem sir! ! It is just more than amazing.......So sweet and interesting imaginative sir......

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Ejaz Khan 10 August 2009

A superb work Saadat, a worthy century, may there be many more. I'm touched, feel elated and yet ashamed, for not having being observant.

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