Tattle…0902-2k17. Poem by saadat tahir
Tattle…0902-2k17.
Across the seas, rolling plains
Tropics to where it never rains
Across hills mountains rocky crops
To far lands where the buck stops
Through Icy flurry of sleet and snow
Where giraffes roam or whales blow
Caged serfs take a timed break
Freed from cubicles to coffee make
Gaze at the sun, exhale a sigh
Search a corner with free Wi-Fi
Silently grin, play with their rattle
Fully absorbed enjoy some tattle
A smiley a quote a favored face
Some loving words across the race
A dose of freedom a shot of sun
Bells clang its back to the run
Look at the cells, they wistfully smile
Head back to work in a short while
Look to the sky and appear so lost
To plans and moments there is a cost
Think of some future place and fun
For now it's work that need be done
Original.
saadat tahir.
9th Feb,2017
Islamabad-Pakistan.
many times i saw young people their actions and expressions... that prompted me to write these lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 2:37:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Look at the cells, they wistfully smile Head back to work in a short while' At times you really don't miss to go back to work, but there is work that needs to be done. Thanks for sharing.