saadat tahir

Gold Star - 5,193 Points (21011965 / Islamabad-Pakistan)

Taste Of Victory - Poem by saadat tahir

The bugler casts a resounding spell
Drummers sound the enemies knell

Ready they stand with tightened belts,
The clatter of armor and lances felt,

Brimming they stood, emblem aglow
With Godly grace their face's show

Cue from thence, the horn is blown
Then the ranging spear is thrown

Drawn sword, the chieftain moves,
Neighing steeds with surely hooves,

Columns march to a pounding beat,
Spirits rage in the moment’s heat,

At home behind, the children knelt
A lightening blow the swords dealt,

Unrestrained their martial feat,
Trampled on the million feet,

Meet amidst in a scrunching grind
Forsaken thence the home behind

In a furious rain the arrows fly
Enemy’s aghast by the battle cry

Again and again it groups to try
Woe to them! Their veins are dry

Kicked up dust and heaving breath
Spreads the veil of gore and death

Quashed an smitten, blows to eat
The enemy turns to run and retreat,

Taste of victory on a parched lip
But before our chieftain takes a sip

He raises hands to praise the lord
Thankyou GOD! Oh thankyou GOD!

(Vintage…from files)

Comments about Taste Of Victory by saadat tahir

  • Yasmin Khan (6/24/2013 4:42:00 AM)

    A vivid scene that makes the reader 'see' the scene and sip the taste of victory. It's like classics written about knights and warriors. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/15/2009 1:54:00 AM)

    Nice way of tell a philosophical message. Wonderful craft. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 25, 2009

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