Back To Life Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Sweet persuasions for the pain's sake
Numb limbs and dry mouth
The soul as if gathering from the tips
Wit's effort for the last bow in smile
Warm hands for the cold dry feet
For the palms hoping to sweat
Lips twitched that had kissed lives
The cup was with the angel of death
This short would then be the definite end
With such suddenness would every one be left
Asleep for the discovery of the life's nothingness
Much easier is the transition than forsaken
Back to life called the angel of love

Islamabad
24/3/2010