music to some Howling hoarse,

dire outcome! Its freedom feared anathema

Its Rants mostly a miasma

Chased at times by mean sling

Or a chatter of high-tech string

On a way some Innocent blood

Enviably crushed a tender bud

Black the white and the grey

Truth at times a fallen prey

Whittled rays shatter on a prism

Mix an match to bridge a schism

On the heights with a techno leap

A Twerp! A twitter from the sweep

Eagle vulture and the crow

All roles the lark has in stow

In a shady spot a juicy grub

Close an eye to the lion’s cub

Tiger’s nod an a meaty broad

Lowly mongoose tastes the rod

Naked passion; truth expressed

Catch a tear of those distressed

Through the forest of bristling reeds

In murky waters the piranha feeds

Lurking lark is the keenest eye

But wings an banks on the sly

Shiny coats of the prowling larks

Gleam an glisten like the shark’s

Original,

Saadat (Islamabad) (May 07, 2009)