on…..my birthday)
A bundle dropped in far of hut
a lumbering pelican eyes shut
Flapping wings in departing glide
Amply leers at the starting slide
Slowly fades in morning mists
In wake and vortex strewn gists
On cotton pledgets by loving hands
skip and dance on burning sands
pranced by ponds and banyan trees
chewed on canes, combs of bees
Ebb and flow of many a tide
Cantor, gallop of youthful ride
hand in hand skip and dance
as fate casts a bemused glance
pitter and patter of tender feet
in time to steady trudging sleet
hushed reflect the fading eyes
and painful tear of broken ties
snatched moments on the sly
truth bobbles on many a lie
Kaput heart and beaten brow
Splintered yolk and broken plough
From hearty laugh to silent dusk
from cheesy tops to dried rusk
lustrous verve to barren dune
Blusterous fresh to dried prune
Fading display of blurry sights
Tangled play of st Elmo’s lights
Numbered days on weary ways
Befuddled slog in swirling clays
those swanky leathers now lay by rot
The Maker’s anvil is searing hot
HaapPPPPppppppyyyyyyyyyy Birthdayyyyyy SssssSSSSaaaaaaAAAAAttttttttttttttt may UUUUUUUUUUUU hAVE MannnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY mORE
you have beautiful number here 21-1-12 (it's like a palindromic date or day and years in mirror reflection) but the truest is Happy Birthday (today is his birthday) Yay! ! ! ! ! Happy Birthday Sat, your elegant write will always white as cotton, may your new days will embrace your smile always...keep your writing alive, it always excellent and make life so nice in your purple smile_Unwritten Soul
Many many happy returns of the day...this poem reminds me of Joyce ' use of Epiphany, a religious term that refers to Magi who saw a baby in a manger but who saw more than a baby...it looks your own personal epiphany which serves like a casement through which you are trying to look into, n record, your past life...ebb n flow of many a tide/cantor, gallop of youthful ride....and, , painful sear of broken ties...don't know whether i have reached the thematic content or not, but it is beautifully composed in typical saadat tahir standard of diction...simply lovely poem...very good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy birthday Sir. One year on from this write. A beautiful poem with great imagination! Much enjoyed! X