Sent forth brisk aglow <br />Cut to a century’s plow <br />Sparkled; springy shone <br />Innocent child’s throne <br />Gentle rainbows shade <br />That within it pervade <br />Chivalrous out to lend <br />and every rule to bend <br />Along bumpy ride <br />An many a hazy tide <br />Not of natures make <br />Own breath upon it take <br />Scarred by myriad nick <br />Soulless needle prick <br />No more natures guide <br />Ceased souls pride <br />Callous riot had rob <br />Done to ruined throb. <br />Had own spears smite. <br />In low; perfidious night. <br />Once a guiding light! <br />Driven to scrawny blight. <br /> <br />(Islamabad) <br />(May 28,2009)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tainted-throb-what-we-do-to-our-hearts/
