Treasure Island

Sadiqullah Khan


A Grief so Empty


A grief so empty lingering like clouds
Thunderous, void and shedding water.
A hill so high flowing steep and green,
A grief so empty having wasted,
All hope and a struggling life.
A voice so meek to be heard in own ears.
The angels carrying the sweet nectar,
In sleeves, alas carry the death's decree.
They call back to a once happy garden,
Lit with candles and flowers.
I shall live like a song from heaven,
I shall lit this darkness with light;
I shall then be the fragrance,
On the arduous path leading to home.
I shall then be the bright star of the dusk;
I shall then be the first ray of the rising sun.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
October 13,2012

Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2012
Edited: Sunday, May 25, 2014

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