Raucous Rhyme

Travelers gaze the zipping scapes Vie through nicks an their drapes Go they ahead but clutch the rear milestones are lost in another year. Winds of change, in a buffeted face pummel beings from place to place. curse their luck for what could be One more time if they shook the tree What fruits would fall if given a try? Would hang their head and but cry! Desolately reminisce wasted days zoom over tracks or wonton lays Clickety clack, donning silky suits Or whack a thwack on rickety routes Lined promenade that you may ride or rutted road on damp runny side Plunge the moat and mind the end Mythical coaches are heaven’s send Life’s not, what could have been. It’s only the cards that we have seen We balk an forget its a dot in time, scattered flotsam in so much slime. The life we know has no yesterday As morrow dawns its up and away This sojourn’s amazing, not the perch, to bear an brave the treacherous lurch From angelic voids; eyes are cast on breakneck runs that end so fast. Divines may marvel, medley of time. An they may grasp; the raucous rhyme (Islamabad) (April 15,2009)