Tainted Throb by saadat

Sent forth brisk aglow

Cut to a century’s plow

Sparkled; springy shone

Innocent child's throne

Gentle rainbows shade

That within it pervade
Chivalrous out to lend

and every rule to bend

Along bumpy ride

An many a hazy tide

Not of natures make

Own breath upon it take

Scarred by myriad nick

Soulless needle prick

No more natures guide

Ceased souls pride

Callous riot had rob

Done to ruined throb.

Had own spears smite.

In low; perfidious night.

Once a guiding light!

Driven to scrawny blight.

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saadat

(Islamabad)

(May 28, 2009)