Weary seagull’s call …1512-2k11
(Murgh e behar ki shakasta pukaar)…!
Lost here alone, rose in hand,
powerless await; fairy and a wand.
Like a cherub smile, in same breath cry,
storms roar tireless, hear not me sigh.
There by you, watch the ebbing tide.
A ghost wanders moors, ever by your side.
Color of dominions, your beauty, grace.
Love’s pain eternal, imbues my gloomy face.
Muted spring fades to a desolate bane.
Forlorn watch, suffer silent in the pain.
A beautiful flower, across the sandy spar.
Trounced my desires, in torrents that scar.
Sighing heave, I watch the dying day.
Call out your name in echoes that flay.
It stays just the same. Always will be so.
Live all the pain the blues and the low.
In forlorn days, a tear drop ever falls,
Lifeless I wander parks and lit malls.
A lonely heart beats, falters and stalls.
In banshee squalls, a weary seagull calls.
original.
saadat tahir.
15 Dec, 2k11.
Islamabad.
