Today in the bazaar; I witnessed an altercation...heated imbroglio...I tried to knit up the diatribe and convert it into a poem...have time read it.. not much as poetry just a spur of the moment impromptu thing.
Eye for an eye.
Ear for an ear.
Biblically just.
Devoid of fear.
Throw me gook.
Loosen the guck.
You can trust.
To end in muck.
Mouth a phlegm,
or pituite goo.
Taken by gust,
that you’ll rue.
Do wee little ooze.
I’ll string the noose.
Matchstick first,
I’ll light the fuse.
Do that slime,
then face the clime.
Despoiled in fust.
you’ll hit the grime.
Gobble de gook.
Or try your spook
Your head I’ll bust,
And spill the puke.
You throw me a shoe.
Or smatter some glue
I’ll toast you crust
To dwell in poo
(Islamabad)
(June 11,2009)
saadat tahir
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