Lamentations III by Sadiqullah Khan

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Lamentations III

The killer heat
Last nights visions
Explorations into the past
Many people sitting on dinner
Like the last supper
But without the fervor of assembly
Some hidden codes in many hearts
A face can be placed both ways
To give meaning different to the assembled
Or individual relations
Into the simplicity of things
The long tall boy who when was born
Candles were lit in the room in front of his face
Now wearing spectacles
The ambition of living in years lost or spent
Has come to the simplest form
For when life unfolds
The wildest dreams come to fizzle out
Or when luck favors
Or some higher level of performance
A simple honest smile of the other child
Who wanted to say that I forgive him for his innocence
And that he wants to play some more minutes
A constant chase from one corner to another
When a demonstration was shown to the boys
On motivation
The anger on the face of lady
When she talked of rising prices
She has not cooked desserts for a long time
A fair advice was to accept poverty
And avoid human tragedy
There was no electricity
The city generators have been blown up by terrorists
A lackluster independence day
Independence from whom
A once forgotten history and rewritten by others
No ideas today to put down or the paper might not do
Anything
Dramatic effects are over
The base line touched and life on the edge
The edge is getting sharper
In the morning the vehicle refused to start
Another tiring day

Sadiqullah Khan

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Kesav Easwaran (8/15/2008 2:57:00 AM)
not yet independant of life's mundane troubles...the old vehicle refusing to start is indicative of oldness brought to the thoughts, once brand new, of 60 years of freedom gained... a poem that tells so much of the time that passed between the years...10