saadat tahir Poems
High Flight….The Last Roll Over! (On Sad Demise Of Father)
”Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, -and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind I've ...
Her Scent … 1301-2k18
In lovely grassy northern glades…
she stands alone, the cool belies
her curled fingers and silent sighs
She's Nature's child
With auburn curls and strings of brown
Firm supple arms tanned with down.
Her exposed body exudes her scent.
Wafting on the air they reach his nares.
He's compelled to eye a womanly form.