Rid Ye Of The Thought Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Noble, jealous, thus the thought
Envy, -embers of fire down the throat-,
Think of yourself, and so you are a relfection,
Your portrait of your face on another.
To your good nature, - simpleton
Human creation is a camp of bonfire,
On a moral thread, woven in a mind’s trap.
Rid ye of the thought friend,
Others timbre are not so vulnerable.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 8,2014.

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