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.originalsaadat tahir(Islamabad)(June 25, 2009)
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