Robes Royale Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The tapping like percussion
By the goldsmith’s shop
The steps moved back
To and forth
The Robes Royale
Then in hands
Now under the feet.
Dervishes too
Followed the suit
The earth got tilted
The sun went down
Till all the gold was made
Into the beloved’s statue.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
September 28,20013.

“Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened, ' …'Don't open the door to the study and begin reading, ' …Instead, 'Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do.” Rumi @ Pulse