Then by what impulse the crazy hath <br />Girdled them selves with hell's wrath <br />Washed, trimmed, broken last bread <br />Ablutions done and prayers said <br />In vacant eyes the devil’s dance <br />gnome, sprite and demons prance <br />to them the virtuous virgins appear <br />in twisted rants, been made clear <br />in a distant heartless gaze, is set <br />the wonton fury of death beset <br />they know the fold, of a holy light <br />no smile or pain nor scattered blight <br />as they walk up to a mundane life <br />in a flash meant for an ugly strife <br />a kid there eyeing a melon ripe <br />hurrying woman for her child’s gripe <br />old man bent under gathered wood <br />Watchman shaded under flimsy hood <br />Bikes stand helper pulling a chain <br />bearded mullah at a holiness feign <br />then Lucifer’s cue, a horrific boom <br />for life to thrive is left no room <br />implode explode is one big mess <br />blood flows ample to mix in a cess <br />visions of rapture? a rainbow ascent? <br />tears and death in dungeon’s descent <br />shred up gore is the burden of earth <br />The love and life in a tore up hearth <br />in shards of metal and sorrow, sent <br />To unholy thoughts and acts is lent <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />original <br />02nd Jun,2k13 <br />Islamabad. <br />(first couplet fixed as per prof: SBNs directive)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/then-by-what-impulse-0206-2k13/
