Sent forth brisk aglow
Cut to a century’s plow
Sparkled; springy shone
Innocent child’s throne
Gentle rainbows shade
That within it pervade
Chivalrous out to lend
and every rule to bend
Along bumpy ride
An many a hazy tide
Not of natures make
Own breath upon it take
Scarred by myriad nick
Soulless needle prick
No more natures guide
Ceased souls pride
Callous riot had rob
Done to ruined throb.
Had own spears smite.
In low; perfidious night.
Once a guiding light!
Driven to scrawny blight.
(Islamabad)
(May 28,2009)
How thought provoking this write Saadat, images you paint make me want to read again and delve deeper - Well done
In the right mind this thought can be passed clean from one eye unto the other...iip
A real profound write.......Great poetry crafted....what else i have to say, you have painted well.10+++
How hearts once pure and flawless are marred and deprived of their beauty on bumpy rides of life. And how Nature's guidance is ceased. It's one of your complicated poems not easy to understand at first reading.
Beautiful words, and yes we do all these things to our hearts, 10 Lynda xx
fabulous usage of words... splendid rhymes with ingrained message.10 ++++ Regards Kushal
wowwwwwwww a plethora of rhymes for my tired eyes to shine a straight tenner from meeeeeeeee anjuuuuuu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that s a great write indeed Sadaat. I like the ending... 'In low; perfidious night. Once a guiding light! Driven to scrawny blight' very thought provoking one indeed..I got to read it again...and nice rhymes... adds flow to your poems...10++ best wishes/with love shan