Eros the big roar gets the smile,
An Aurliano, a bed of seeding,
Some Castro turns the sideways,
And Che Guevara decides celibate.
The Psyche power assumes
Boundary to a Tsunami was fragile,
As was the relief and the choky beards,
Scarf tied necks, laced boots and rib boned heads.
If you fly with a damsel and the one,
Left in dignified repose, waited outside.
The war is happily over, as if,
Never begun, and the energies
Swept into the rivers, fished out in the tube.
SadiqullahKhan
Peshawar
January 9,2015.
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