Unanswered, thrusty heave, <br />destined; for the desert cleave, <br />bereft of life. <br />Blazing sun’s spear returns. Strife! <br />Underlay of my desire, <br />My raging fire, <br />redolently irrigated; by, <br />sparkle of my bloods lie. <br />I revive a thousand years, <br />shake hands with fate, its sneers. <br />Again, awake, aghast I shy. <br />Cringe I cry. <br />From my heart’s cherished dirt <br />Blazes burn, the body learns. Spurt! <br />Turn the cheek, yet expect, <br />Meekly resurrect. <br />Eternally amazed. <br />Dumb, crazed. <br />Denied. <br />Silently cried. <br />Plunge; oh hooded one! Softly, <br />my ideals are lofty. <br />Lest I cry out in a wrenching shriek. <br />Labeled unworthy, less ardent freak. <br />The treachery of time, <br />ticking somewhere, in realms sublime. <br />Observes, <br />loath, conserves. <br />The blade, wipes! <br />For the coming swipes! <br />I bow, I the criminal, I the crime. <br />I know? Nothing is mine! <br /> <br />(Islamabad) <br />(July 03,2009)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nestor-s-nothingness-empty-existence/
