[saadat]

Victory tastes sweet to the tongue
propels
envisions the lunge
But restrained,
Contained,
Centuries have passed
Crisscrossed
Martial passions do not cloud
Lifeless debauched yet made proud
What was, was to be
To reflect and to see
To dwell in glee
or
A wanton failed spree
Made divinely? for ye to botch?
Gurgle! laugh and descend a notch.
I am great , the unswerving the tiger the stitch
Were it not for the puny men’s glitch
Haahaaa! Ah! I would have them done
If only the weak would not run
If only
a ladle of soup… nay water a sip
If only
some where courage would drip
If only
some one would thumb up a clip
If only
my friends an masters would just hold
Yes
Bless
Then different worlds would unfold

Original
saadat
(Islamabad)
(April 30, 2009)

 

["K.G"]

thanks for sharing !