Travelers gaze the zipping scapes <br />Vie through nicks an their drapes <br /> <br />Go they ahead but clutch the rear <br />milestones are lost in another year. <br /> <br />Winds of change, in a buffeted face <br />pummel beings from place to place. <br /> <br />curse their luck for what could be <br />One more time if they shook the tree <br /> <br />What fruits would fall if given a try? <br />Would hang their head and but cry! <br /> <br />Desolately reminisce wasted days <br />zoom over tracks or wonton lays <br /> <br />Clickety clack, donning silky suits <br />Or whack a thwack on rickety routes <br /> <br />Lined promenade that you may ride <br />or rutted road on damp runny side <br /> <br />Plunge the moat and mind the end <br />Mythical coaches are heaven’s send <br /> <br />Life’s not, what could have been. <br />It’s only the cards that we have seen <br /> <br />We balk an forget its a dot in time, <br />scattered flotsam in so much slime. <br /> <br />The life we know has no yesterday <br />As morrow dawns its up and away <br /> <br />This sojourn’s amazing, not the perch, <br />to bear an brave the treacherous lurch <br /> <br />From angelic voids; eyes are cast <br />on breakneck runs that end so fast. <br /> <br />Divines may marvel, medley of time. <br />An they may grasp; the raucous rhyme <br /> <br />(Islamabad) <br />(April 15,2009)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raucous-rhyme/
