Sadiqullah Khan


Aesthetic Pantheist


The manifest is hidden, in beauty nature speaks;
The multitude is like stars, like flowers on the wings
Of a butterfly. Every color is new, every stroke of brush
A captured moment, a soul, desire, longing and a sad
Sweet melancholy grief. It comes on its own
Effortless, like fairies landing, like tangos
And unlike life. Like paradise lost.
An urbanity savored: a delicacy beheld
Behind those long robes of silk, the hidden is manifest.

Submitted: Saturday, October 05, 2013
Edited: Sunday, May 25, 2014

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-To my friend Chithan Prasadh

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 9,2013.

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  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (10/5/2013 8:55:00 AM)

    I come across a fabulous freeverse tday! U hav paintd a fine one in words.
    Pls read n tel how any of my latest poem are. (Report) Reply

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