SAB SA Bhat

Rookie (08-03-1985 / Link Road Syed-Abad Colony Ompora Budgam, Srinagar Airport J&K India)

Youth & Sip - Poem by SAB SA Bhat

A glass of milk in my hands.
' Be careful son, Said my Mom.'
Take a SIP & please be slow.....
if its hot, Give it a blow.............

young & fire of youth was on fire, couldn't go slow i........
Gulp it hot, forget to blow.....
Burn my tounge, with my hurrying plunge.....

Are not you like me aaaaa...............................tttttt.? ? ?
Impatient to drink & drink it all......
All at once, forgetting to blow.............
Drinking it hot, refusing to slow............

Brining it all, in the end....
the tounge, the finger, heart, & head & glow of face..........

Dear world of investment & time invested in love is like this glass......

Holding hot stuff till the end..........

Its hot, boiling, tempting to core....
Urging us to go for more..........
A SIP is what we need to take.............
The Maze of fear & Greed, if we should break? ? ? ? ?

Bit by Bit consuming it, Savouring the taste..........
Benefiting from avoiding the haste...........

A SIP when hot, A SIP when Cold.....
We shall gain in Strenght.....

Once my sweet Mom said to me.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 14, 2010


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