Out of chaos, bring me change,
The pain of staying the same,
Is more, the status of quo, beyond acceptance.
The expansive mind, you hath?
When reduced in cage, a bird flown,
Did it come back to the cage?
O harbingers of reason, tell me,
All movement is not growth, neither forward.
Hold the beacon, the dark alleys ahead,
The path is arduous, if survival is the game.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 31,2014.
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