Bullets Xlix Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

‘Rained and it rained, bullets it rained'
By One Man Nation. Music album

When ‘no' is a bullet
Yes, a brush of fire.
Celebration is shots
Grief, loaded gun.
Emotions are express
Beaded stripes on leather.
Possession a bazooka,
Aroma is gun-metal
The only wearable
The only talk-
Books like fodder
Humility is weakness.
Reading and writing
Are un-manly pursuits.
‘Adab', literature
Creates a scene absurd.
He perpetuates,
She loves
When the comfort-zone
Is suffering. Ignorance,
Call of the day. Bullets.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
September 21,2014.