Between Us Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Win and then loose
Get to know
Some small drops
And heavy shower
Wiping on the glass
Westward
The sun might have been setting
With red glow
Elsewhere
This coldness was waiting for me
Long long ago
And for years
Every time
I would then line up myself
On the long arm of wood
For refuge and fold my arms
Like I had done years before in womb
What is it that I do not get dreams
The dark street out side
And when there I sit
Self pity then begins
I cannot break through the cold silence
Getting darker
I speak of all the dead
My own demise
Speak of stars
I think I have won the battle of life
This time
By the morning
I drag my dead body
Out
On feet
Are we fighting a life and death struggle
Between us
Let us talk

Islamabad
8/3/2010