Invented themes neat and nifty.
Shone as a star from five to fifty.

Enigma rolled in a twisted quiz.
Doubtless pinnacle of his buiz.

Here and now built never land.
And in realms was blown to sand.

Invented he an ethereal walk.
As if was doing a moon stalk.

Was so concerned for the bays.
Danced in a blur like laser rays.

To history inscribed a mega note,
and wished his-story to be afloat.

Clutching crotch, world he thrust.
And lived a life of best and bust.

At his finest in the milling melee.
World he buzzed at Mach three.

Months he spent with a chimp.
Dangled kid from a balcony, limp.

Existed weird; in a fantasy fuzz.
Appeared oblivious to the buzz.

Loathed focus on bizarre tussles.
Hated taunted autograph rustles.

Smooched and patted robo-stuff.
Did every doctor’s knife and snuff.

Built he castles, whatever it took.
Alone in a room, he oddly shook.

Across the race strange forays.
switch to roles in foreplays.

Got in trouble with the law.
and also with the kids a flaw.

In hall of fame a foot print burned.
A page of history has been turned.

(Islamabad)
(June 25,2009)

saadat tahir

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