The Dragon Slayer Poem by saadat tahir

The fire breathing heathen wretch
Consuming all and raging stretch

Endless tyranny and grievous burdens
Drubbing an rubbing oblivious wardens

Horizon to horizon its gory spread
Laid waste swath dreary and dread

Time of Bavarian castles is no more
Wherefore shalt then stem the gore

Amidst the lingering ravaged bots
Outstretched unending an empty pots

In burnt out smoldering hulks
cowering an some life still sulks

Whose help shall we invoke?
For it shall enhance an provoke

Bush fires rage, the dragon reeks
Through its teeth, convincingly speaks

Scourges of my times, a point of moot
Trampled under armour and the boot

Creeks that did with verdance dwell
Gnashed bloated corpses now swell

No knights in shining armour, walk
Few the braves an most that balk

Plowshares wretchedly turned to wares
Sadder truth that none stands, cares

Cankers now swell, ravishing innards
Extol impotence the puny placards

Whose help shall we invoke?
For it shall enhance an provoke

(Islamabad)
(April 30,2009)