The crispness of a chip
melts in an willing mouth
Keenness of fortunes ship
creaks to a perilous south
days and nights mingle
by side of sighing stars
Heave of a life single
brands in soul’s scars
fair is the distant light
to one trudging on
mindless of the plight
which one hastens upon
drift of cosmic mists
sings swirl of mortal time
steer to holed lists
and bias of a loaded dime
Original
Saadat Tahir
26 Aug, 2012
Islamabad.
