Milky Bath G Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Milky Bath G



That wretchedness, Sir is not my feat
Snow topped peaks, melting glaciers
Of streams down the ravenous thighs
Of valleys, gushing waves from womb-
Ous rivers. Neither tell me sad stories
Of cretins, living over there, nor trouble.
O Prince, bring mulberries and plums,
With sweet Hunza wine, and milky bath.

Islamabad
October 2,2014

Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
-The society is co-operative rather than competitive. Each family grows enough food for its own use. As the Shimshalis in Hunza Valley lived aloof from the outer world, each citizen was self sufficient in making his own shoes, clothes & bowls, until, the perilous jeep track linked them with the world. @ Pakistan Guides - Hunting Adventure


Yak Race - Shimshal Pass, Gilgit-Baltistan @ Wikipedia
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