Sadiqullah Khan


@ A Knock - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

A knock on my door and Lo! On the rim of the tunic
In gold thus embroidered a verse such as this:

“'There's a strange voice humming in my head,
Which speaks of snow-clad mountains and dusty lanes
Of a tranquil hamlet of a distant country,
Where dwells a poet whom even the sparrows trust.'
-Portia
With love and best wishes for that wonderful 'voice'! ”

Showers upon the dwelling such bounties on earth
Do angles visit abodes so abandoned and haunted.
And yet today to be in soul, not a thatch to be found
Devotedly leaning and her eyes up the sky -heaving
Unaware, a bare bosom up. How doves would make
But nests so high, so high than the tower? She bowed’
A fairy’s farewell, a back flowing hair on a white shoulder;
I etched on the wall just few lines, for the star of a flower.

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Photograph: When the Day’s Work is Done 1877, by Henry Peach Robinson (Britain,1830-1901) .

Comments about @ A Knock by Sadiqullah Khan

  • Silver Star - 3,689 Points Wahab Abdul (8/3/2013 4:51:00 AM)

    nice poem indeed well done... love your poetry.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 22, 2013


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