Of His Dead Wife Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Of His Dead Wife
He flew over his chateau
He gazed into the cold silence
Of his palaces
He reclined
To the darkest corners
Of his mind
He wanted to earn some grace
He carries the portrait
Of his dead wife
He carries the plight of his people
He has yet
Much more to sell
The decades of slavery
Of abject poverty
Of human degradation
Shall but for how long be the fate
In this part of the earth
Islamabad
Aug 5,2010
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