[saadat]

Glitterati….Through the time mill

All that glitters is’nt gold they say.
For it, will die, the finest, I say!
World at large it holds in sway.
All an sundry, yearn for its ray.

Worn-in shoes an rumble in tum.
Frayed out collar an satchel crum.
Goo I ate an the supper gummy.
Shack an rack, dwelt in scummy.

Heard the rumbling thunders tiff.
Stones saw grumbled down the cliff.
The ladies I serviced and their miff.
Consorts too whose necks were stiff.

Turmoil; ferment; tumult, an ruction.
Confusion baffle row, an convulsion.
Passed the gates weighted with hate.
Shunned an sometimes took the bait.

Drifted in uproar and life’s hubbub.
Bull in a shop and rumpus for grub.
Spill and pelt, in Donnybrook Fair.
Today stand I, under the media glare.

Oohs an Ahs to the right an left.
Many I’v seen from shame bereft.
Like scum I treated was that day.
Now for me they’ll swagger a pay.

Discover, discern, Deduce and dig.
Accept, value an absorb it big.
Placate and appease in feline grace.
Purr an please at a revolting pace.

original
saadat
(Islamabad)
(May 21,2009)