Brew It Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Brew it like butter in cold earth,
Older the thought, return when all is well
O desolation, every turn is a panorama
Unable the eye to capture, mind to comprehend.

There is an end, to what, no one knows
But life goes on in the mud and wood houses,
Strengthened by the stone, made into living soul
By the breathing humans and cattle, birds and trees.

Castled by walls of hills, made greener by trees,
O blackened mountains of mud and snow
Of cold winds, this goes on in celebration
Cultural significance of a higher level of development.

Small of doors, burn coal or a tree bark cut,
The smoke rising from the roof top, as if, from
The cave underneath, from inside the mother womb
Earth. The sky is bluer, clouds whiter and nights dark.

Cheeks are dried apricots, eyes speak of deficiency
Shoeless children, kwashiorkored, but still shine
And there is a man holding a violin in front,
Does not song come from an ached heart?

We will travel by few more hours, to reach
Some tops unseen, some turns unknown,
Tonight we have a life giving dinner to be attended,
By not less than twenty people, and I am the chief guest.

Sadiqullah Khan
Sost
October 26,2014.