Drooping jaws at life’s cross. <br />In silky webs of tangled floss, <br />spirits devoid of worthy moss, <br />seek their breath in apple pies. <br />Search for nods in misty eyes, <br />not secure pledge, but veiled lies. <br /> <br />On downy props their daggers hone. <br />Much to them in sigh and moan. <br />Better toils by way side blown. <br />Sun and sinew roll on hays. <br />Soiled in pleasures wonton ways. <br />Done to ordure so many days. <br /> <br />Carve vacant lives from jilted plains. <br />That dormant lie from want of grains, <br />to deafening crack of monsoon rains. <br />Lofty gazes farther tune. <br />Wary tread the strewn moon. <br />To flesh and want stay immune. <br />original<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lofty-gaze/
