Self Portrait I Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In the style, your eyes could still harbor,
Immense dreams, floating desires;
Weathered, singularly taken care of,
Your dead years are alive, your merriment.

O sadness, be at bay, we have enough years,
With each other. O earth, I shall ask thee,
Gems you have devoured, bones gone mud.

Let the smiles on your face not fade,
For life is a bitch, and take her that way,
Or drink it in the cup’s bitter sip.

-On seeing my photograph

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
August 7,2015.