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Musings of A Troubadour

ACROSTIC An angel upholds an ample umbrella 'Neath which many multitudes of the songsters thrive Novice in the arts and the erudite both Enter that haven of flourishing glory Together they pour their various hearts out Tuning the lyres to melodic symphonies Engaging in contests win recognition Nature smiles at the nobility of deed Altruistic heart of happy angel shines Singing praise of the absolute creator Such the luminous star of soulful glitter Essence of humanity haloes her soul Refinement delights to adorn her person © SAFDAR BHATTI


A SONNET TO SETTING SUN When Helios dwindles from here away On the selfsame hour it shines on Britain Within me starts raging sombre foray Of nostalgic throes, of heavier pain My longing heart you waft away with thee My eyes, the poorest exiles, gaze for long Now bright now dim with dreaming ecstasy And weltering hopes within bosom throng Darker shades of eventide sadly fall Pelting heavily on the sullen breast And cardiac effusions crying call "O when their hankered sightings eyes be blest?" Abruptly heaves the bosom colder sighs And briny dew glistens in yearning eyes. © SAFDAR BHATTI


EVENTIDE MUSING There dwelt a man of much learning From the poets of longer yore, In a small village turning into town He was born to a farmer Rough and crude Despite whose father's trying He couldn't attain to high school And the man of much learning The farmer's eldest son, Took a very fond fancy Of being himself the same one or a day As were his friends of the buried past He had a flitting soul once In the days he hitherto had worked, He dreamt and dreamt a lot Both day and night, a pervert Joseph, Love in all its purity was all He longed for whole of his life But attain to it he could never Except in the mildewed leaves Had been quilled centuries ago Only there he found what truth was Only there he found the most truthful one It proved relieving in the mercenary hustle Hissing around on every side He couldn't help sailing along the stream Through many a windy by paths In the deserted woods, all moss and hay, He saw there, Saturn, sullen and sad Expelled by his own blood, he saw The aspiring youth driving sun's cart All along the bluer camouflaging And bold Ixion put to hold a wheeling rock And the stalwart Mars trapped in a net And the shameless hussy smiling by There saw he, Hesione picked by boaters And the Ilion burnt in a night Helen sailing with the jilted king again And many myriad, other of the kind He had quite surfeited until then When a new dawn appeared suddenly Kindling in his teemed head A fortunate ray of glistening sparkle Showing him on to a garden The garden of delight you may it call For there nothing lack of aught and ever The rushy streams of milk, of honey And very translucent rills of eternity The joyous lawns of verdure neatly trimmed Tall trees on all sides fresh and green Hymning night and day the glorious praise Attract the hearts of a royal descent A youthful host of meekly port Bright in faces, in the eyes bashful And none so royal in the worlds you find Like the youths, the dearest divine guests Reclining on the couches embroidered With burnished gold and silver And the young stewards in richest attires Tending them round and round With whatever food they desire Flesh of fowls of every genre And whatsoever elixir they like to drink It's present forthwith in a wink And it's not a mere fanciful brooding The truth is what I'm striving to report And the weather is always spring there Flowers of sundry kinds glowing in bliss Breathing such the richest odors No one ever smelled all the air around There is no revel not the least But peace and pious delight Cradling the life everywhere. © SAFDAR BHATTI


SAFDAR BHATTI is a published poet who has been writing whole poetry since 1994. 'PHILOGYNY' is the title of his book published from the UK. His verses have been commended by the various dignitaries including Queen Elizabeth, University of Manchester, Chief of the Air Staff, Pakistan Air Force, National University of Modern Languages Pakistan and many more individuals. He is also a member of The Poetry Society London. He has an M. A. in English Literature. A widely read scholar in almost all the major English poets from Langland and Chaucer to Thomas Hardy along with Poets and tragedians of Ancient Greek and Rome. He lives in a small village called Marri, in district Sargodha of Pakistan. Besides poetry, he is also working on short stories and verse plays. He intends to publish his poetry in Urdu within a short time.

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Mayyu Hamim
Mayyu Hamim
28 aug. 2023

Exceptional poems of a living legend.

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