Fall On My Chest Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

O sadness, fall on my chest, on your nest
And nothing deter, nor the dusk’s shower
Nor the heaving heart, or the day heavier.
Be gentle music, torture my nerve, unnerve
My sense, like black dog, sleep near, dear,
We are old friends, our hearts depart never.

A nostalgum, or those gone up the green hills,
Others living barren, some on river’s bank.
But tune your violin, caress the grieving soul,
Of an unapparent cause, dimmer are lights,
Nor stars bright, neither comes out the moon.

-Sir Winston Churchill named his ‘depression’ as black dog after Samuel Johnson’s. I read it many years ago, and found a name for mine, which followed me through my life, in the words of Winston Churchill.

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
August 27,2015.