Victory tastes sweet to the tongue
propels

envisions the lunge

But restrained,

Contained,

Centuries have passed

Crisscrossed

Martial passions do not cloud

Lifeless debauched yet made proud

What was, was to be

To reflect and to see

To dwell in glee

or

A wanton failed spree

Made divinely? for ye to botch?

Gurgle! laugh and descend a notch.

I am great , the unswerving the tiger the stitch

Were it not for the puny men's glitch

Haahaaa! Ah! I would have them done

If only the weak would not run

If only

a ladle of soup"¦ nay water a sip

If only

some where courage would drip

If only

some one would thumb up a clip

If only

my friends an masters would just hold

Yes

Bless

Then different worlds would unfold

Original

saadat

(Islamabad)

(April 30, 2009)