God’s Servant Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

We met; I blind folded, to a belief
Never mine, nor yours. In some sun-lit spaces
Your hands were hanging down the knees
Stature up-right, smiles carried by laughter
Of hills, you were in some darkest corners
Of gallows, away from sun, and away, your heart
And tongue singing the ‘songs of freedom’.
Turning a ‘God’s Servant’, a banner, to the wild
Ever they may call themselves, despising violence.
They traded in, selling their poverty, their souls
To the ‘carpet baggers’, of the World greed.
Heaps of earth now separate us,
Your people, still blind folded, brought to
A dug well, of fire, ignorance, decrepit.
Reclaim, your destiny, protect identity, assert
Be your voice, weak, shaking, be you shout
With rights you are born with, with freedom
Your mothers kissed on your foreheads.

-Dedicated to the great Pashtun of the twentieth century,
Abdul Ghaffar Khan (1890 -1988)

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
December 8,2013.

Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan by V.N. O’Key (1917 -1998) @ Kamat Research Database