Eons Of An Expatriate Poem by saadat tahir
Eons Of An Expatriate
If this poem is centre justified in MS word or some other editor it will assume the shape of a bottle... the usual equiem in such dilemmas
The day was so silent
and dear you with it
The evening was somber
you and me with it
Time running short
we fear being apart
ugly looming airport
parting days for rapport
Wary and uncaring crowd
good byes exchanged aloud
Slowly walking pressed along
Thinking whether it was wrong
Here a poor an penny-less man
I stepped from this to that eon
Looking back I saw you smile
Lingering now was but futile
In hush, saw your eyes brim
you too saw that I was grim
Feigned fancy of the flights
M’love afar an tender sights
She an me, both turn to pray
Mumble, murmur what to say
The sky at once was overcast
In deafening din the runway past
With a lurch my body carried away
Another stint, where no night or day
Soon I’m hurtling through the clouds
Me in the throes of gathering doubts
Maybe this’ll be the last time round
Alas! I know that hollow sound
(Islamabad)
(Vintage 1985…from files)
Maybe this’ll be the last time round Alas! I know that hollow sound Ahh, so sad to say goodbye and hope lingers on to see her again! a lovely poem Saadat. 19th August,2009 London
Poignant, soul stirring and again, beautifully penned, right from core of the HEART Superb!
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4/25/2024 10:41:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Parting moments depicted with a sad pen and the whole atmosphere reflects the sadness of the heart. It's very emotional piece of writing with images from nature.