Fame (Pheme, Fama) Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Fame (Pheme, Fama)



From a slower beginning, to the rising head,
Multiple tongues, who would but catch,
Of either sex, trumpete, and fly,
The smaller the eye, bigger appear.
Of song, swing and sting,
No sooner to the ground, like a swan's.
Like ant that fly, in the limelight,
Who is destined to perish, gets wings overnight.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
June 11,3014.

Sculpture of Pheme/Fama on the roof of the Dresden University of Visual Arts. It was sculpted by Robert Henze, it stands on the Brühl's Terrace. @ Wikipedia

Saturday, June 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 28 June 2014

Who is destined to perish, gets wings overnight. Absolutely right.

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