There she was, the virgin miss, in all her splendid glory on her maiden trip.
Even God could not sink this ship!
(Or so it was boasted.) O, words spoken in haste,
Your own folly shall smite thy face.
The icy demon came to call
To watch the maiden take her fall.
With screams in the bitter night,
The cold abyss swallowed all her light.
1,500 young and old,
To their death in the watery cold.
Should mere man boast so bold--unsinkable! unsinkable!
O, great grief, lost little ones, and ones who never had the chance
To say, "A place for my loved one on your lifeboat, please."
Woe to certain ones who survived it all--
Pray Heaven and sweet forgiveness buoy up your souls
When judgment comes to call upon your head,
The night you turned and said, "We have not the room here
To seat another soul." And your hearts were thinking,
"Bear a few moments for sure and there will be silence . . .Forevermore
No matter If history be repeated to war or battle,
Will go back fight and won the medals for chest,
Neither be retreated or nor give up from battle zone,
Until I led the combat to conquest,
For even at the last breath and drop of blood,
Adhere to delimitation line till the peace and rest,
And if the essence of mother soil vanished,
Put forth my brow sweat to saturate this placidity harvest,
Make them grow, and buoy up with ocean flow,
So, this land become the mighty, at his best,
Encompass whole fragrance of brotherhood and sodality,
Endeavor for honor, tranquility, and resurrect,
After all now I can take deep puff and pass away,
Attribute this patriotic poem to countryman sanest,.
And I Shahid pray, supplicate and invocate, that you,
May be the place of harmonious, pleasant zest.
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry ©
Blended with fragrances
And the joyful carols,
The con games of children
Looking for gifts full of fun.
Kris Kringle’s cock-and-bull
Make them rosy and lull.
Adorned houses with odorous candles
Christmas tree ornamented with red ribbons and jingles
Marzipans fruitcakes and roasted chickens
Caramel cookies and plenteous chocolates,
The night illuminated
With the dance of the December souls
Gilding the lily with
Buoy up Wine and Champagne glasses.
Family gatherings and paisanos schmooze,
Couples moonlit winter-warmth savor
And the striplings night lammed booze,
Queued brewpubs and bopping discos –
The night illuminated
With the dance of the December souls
Gilding the lily with
Few ill-famed shmoes.
The Dance of the December Souls
Flageolet till New Year’s Eve,
The night at mid, lightened
By the skyrockets –
Gilding the lily with
Full-of-the-moon brightened.
Blended with resolutions and
Hugs and kisses,
Greetings followed
By myriad of wishes.
Clock ticked with few yesterday’s memories
Tears backed up by today’s beginning.
How I wish I’d kept that picture…
That framed doppelganger of you,
Snapshot of a faded age, that can never be recaptured,
Resurrected or relived,
How I wish I had kept it, propped on my
Ignominious dresser,
To be, by turns, caressed and kissed
And spat at, cursed, ridiculed, loved,
As my tidal feelings for you ebbed and flowed
How I wish it still sat there, staring at me with your eyes,
That image of you on a nameless beach,
Cigarette clasped in your youthful fingers,
Your hair a dusky fountain cascading down your back
How I wish I’d clung to it, as a shrine to beauty,
A reminder of you, a keepsake,
To buoy up my spirits in the bleak loneliness of night,
When my sheets are cold and my arms mourn your loss
How I wish I still had that picture,
Even if it meant causing me pain every time I looked at it,
Even if the memories it evoked stabbed me with white-hot
Blades of pain,
Even though tears sluiced my blotchy cheeks…
How I wish I’d kept it…
Instead of throwing out with the trash,
In a single fit of mindless rage,
Never to be kissed or cried or sworn at again.
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