Sadiqullah Khan

Creep In Slowly

On the wall
Sticking closely
Gradually and slowly
And adding beauty
To the wall
The wall
Made of stone
And crushed stone
Heated abnormally
And iron also
A box is made
All four sides
Sharp edges
The big walls of separation
What the prisons are made of
Houses made like small prisons
With gates
Some iron workmanship
Carpenters and the fallen trees
Everything available
Where from the civilization has grown
The freedoms in the prisons
A dog and a watchman
Creep in slowly
Cover the stone wall
With leaves, branches
And some flowers too
Look from the corner of the window
I will keep the window open
For tonight the moon is full
Some sustenance
I know you are sun worshipper
But the moon is my worship
A slow song
Stolen from nature
Kiss me
Some thoughts of freedom
Freedom is but imagination only
Creep in slowly
Lest no one sees you
With a gentle touch
Wake me up
But before I have attained that freedom
I would have cut my wrist
For the ecstasy of being with you
I can only comprehend
When I let my body freeze
In the early hours of the night
Into nothingness
So you become me
For I shall be free only
When I am you

Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Edited: Friday, July 04, 2008

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