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May 2009 
A torrid noon
Posted on May 29th, 2009
by 
owais
owais
One friday in sultry, torrid Noon
parting away mosque after prayer
mingle into thick boisterous rabble
coarse hustle shove me on trot
Raucous treading on quagmire
hovering around billows of dust
vague glimpses of cap-heads pop out
in sluggish scuff on poor trails
Intrinsic pleasing smell of scented oils
suffuse prickly rank air scarcely sedative
dark low raunchy huts scatter densely
quaintly veiled females peek through window
shaggy looking scraggy kids
coarsely spun filthy tattered rags
peaky face frown in limp stand
longing shady nay haul up scorching noon
tedious quaver cadge voices
bumping ears constantly
Honks by long limousine
dispersed rowdy mob to rampage
broke me to moan in rankle
anguish by quaff like thirst
nay stiffling lousy stuffy atmosphere
cram me queasy and giddy to swoon
shelve to squat on parch sterile surface
sigh with gasps at length
roll gimlet eye over craggy beggars
stuff with puny,disabled,blind
fumbling flounce mob miserably
enduring savages in scalding noon
just for a penny to quench their ravenous
wide huge people but
scowl faces turning in despair
drop me to muse into
intricately impalpable irony of life
still intriguing mystery to me - RICH & POOR
-OWAIS
this poem " a torrid noon " has genuinely concieved & devised by myself only, Hence please do not attempt to imitate for sale without my kind consent please do not. I reserve exclusive copyright.
my kind request to readers please do help me in getting publish my poems if you think or feel it is worthy to be so, thank you.
parting away mosque after prayer
mingle into thick boisterous rabble
coarse hustle shove me on trot
Raucous treading on quagmire
hovering around billows of dust
vague glimpses of cap-heads pop out
in sluggish scuff on poor trails
Intrinsic pleasing smell of scented oils
suffuse prickly rank air scarcely sedative
dark low raunchy huts scatter densely
quaintly veiled females peek through window
shaggy looking scraggy kids
coarsely spun filthy tattered rags
peaky face frown in limp stand
longing shady nay haul up scorching noon
tedious quaver cadge voices
bumping ears constantly
Honks by long limousine
dispersed rowdy mob to rampage
broke me to moan in rankle
anguish by quaff like thirst
nay stiffling lousy stuffy atmosphere
cram me queasy and giddy to swoon
shelve to squat on parch sterile surface
sigh with gasps at length
roll gimlet eye over craggy beggars
stuff with puny,disabled,blind
fumbling flounce mob miserably
enduring savages in scalding noon
just for a penny to quench their ravenous
wide huge people but
scowl faces turning in despair
drop me to muse into
intricately impalpable irony of life
still intriguing mystery to me - RICH & POOR
-OWAIS
this poem " a torrid noon " has genuinely concieved & devised by myself only, Hence please do not attempt to imitate for sale without my kind consent please do not. I reserve exclusive copyright.
my kind request to readers please do help me in getting publish my poems if you think or feel it is worthy to be so, thank you.
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It is a mystery to me too - rich and poor.
Your poem is very haunting, powerful, and rich.
Hopefully, your poems will be published one day and reach a great number of people. It is a very difficult to get poetry published, but don't ever give up hope. Sending you and your family warm wishes (((hugs))) mimi
wow so cool, though your comments always encourages me, thank you so much.
here owais too send many blessings n lights n loves for ur family in canada from india, thank you for being kind to me n for reading my poems.
always god bless you dear friend , owais