Love Is A Constant Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Love is a constant,
All else variables
Circumstantially evident
Respiteful and difficulties
Stones in the way,
Detoured by the sprinkled water
Making itself into a river
Following the fall.
The fall was like a train
Of a hundred maids
Lifting the costumes,
And the love heading to actually,
Dissolve in an immense cadre
Of standing trees, and walls
Who would speak,
Roofs holding up clouds of patellar
Significance.
This cider tree hangs looming
Larger than life, how?
Is this real, and if not real,
What does it signify.
The bride’s face was covered
With white bonnet from her hat
And those other women wore
Embroidered caps,
But the feet were in ice-cold
Water,
And stones were sleeping.
The constancy of love –
The other variables,
Who were named demons.

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
June 20,2015.