[saadat]

Ah! Clarion be the notes
Spring’s calling everywhere
As feelings run untamed
Throbs seek their due fare

Melody of nervous laughs
with tinkle of springs pair
awkward little silences
the blurt of moments share

those spoken giddy words
spin heady mix of knots
the mornings chirpy birds
now flutter to dispel blots

as swirling mists clear
give way to warming rays
nights hold their squalid breath
as promises spur the days

original
saadat tahir
28th Jan, 2k13
Islamabad.