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Saadat Tahir Poem
Mixed up stuff in a dumpster truck
Placed in front, lost out lady luck
Cut up chunks of a coral snake
Left in an oven too cold to bake
The dyed rice in a toxic brew
That if eaten leaves eyes askew
Yellow red and burnt out browns
Craftily topped with lemony crowns
Seriously! Carrots too! In the milieu
Gulp and keep in a murderous stew
No mutton or chicken or even beef
Dead and barren like a burnt out reef
Charred remains of onion flakes
Now have to eat whatever it takes
Pooch wagged and lowered his snout
Hair raised cat, lost, screeched about
Flies too nose dived into the morass
Like so many soldiers dying of gas
Girl who cooked it will kick me out
Send me spiting in a coughing bout
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saadat tahir
22nd Mar, 2013
Islamabad.
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Saadat Tahir Poem
(El Niño and desertification…..)
Broken land has long since died,
clouds now for years have lied.
The awaited rains so often fail.
Million’s hearts with hunger wail.
Scorching sun bears to burn.
Hardened tilth, refuses to turn.
No burden beast left with a drive,
nor baked son who harkens strive.
The wooden yolk cracked and dry,
as sheep and dogs all lazy lie.
Village square where elders sat,
laughed and jeered, tobacco spat.
Drinks they downed by the score,
with caution now in tea cups pour.
“Targa clan’s women are whores….
incredible tusks of a shot down boar.”
Broken dangles the shanty’s door,
and hollow rings the folksy lore.
Humming wheel of miller’s store.
Hurt and pain of farmers bore.
That drove it once, the feed is dry,
at parks no more the children cry.
Silent cringes the neighbor’s cat.
Now scarce to see a scurrying rat.
The calling kith, from dusty deed,
watch with horror, our lives bleed.
Wordless in graves our fallen kin.
While we entombed in our dusty bin.
Hear their footsteps echo still.
As we slink! The graveyards fill
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saadat tahir
11, Nov 2k11
(Islamabad)
Exegesis:
Inspired by a well known / well read poem…“Freeman’s Mill”
El Niño: (many links removed...)
http://philobiblon.co.uk/?p=3631
http://www.fews.net/Pages/Horn-of-Africa-Emergency.aspx
http://ccb.colorado.edu/ijas/ijasno2/georgis.html
http://www.greenleft.org.au/node/29030
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Saadat Tahir Poem
Have you ever heard in your mind
the sounds that silence makes
the silence that spreads like music
as in splendor a dewy morning breaks
silence that clings to a Florentine fog
as lone cyclist a cobble street snakes
the silence that hangs heavy
after a heavy down pour finally ends
or await with it for the moment
when heaven its pearly reward sends
they sound so different and surreal
like life’s ethereal myriad bends
the silence that weighty dwells
in wisps, rises from vacant eyes
the silence that fills to the brim
dole, of a beggar’s ripping sighs
silence that hangs like a sword
on fears of unsaid distant byes
silence o endless tormenting silence
you play on a piano’s dusty keys
from a chair that rocks in howling wind
on a lifeless verandah, distant sees
from a score of such like mends
wherefrom one has drunk to ones lees
it speaks no man’s earthly breath
yet heard in shattering numbness
in ache and blight so steeped
in rustle of a long gone worn dress
in raucous merry gay proceeds
or the mirth of a child’s bless
in the time of a frisky bloomy day
or gnaw of a long starry night
the lullaby of distant streaking trains
or the gondola’s reflective sight
the cavort of journeys done together
Echoes the hush of a soundless blight
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saadat tahir
22nd July, 2k13
Islamabad.
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