**sell Me Cheap Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Sell me cheap O ye masters of the fate
Like Joseph a slave in the streets tread
Shall the beauty be seen from inside
For the one who on the shoulders leap

My words in letters my agonies in bar
My dreams and your dreams as I read
Befallen is the world with ignominy
Love is what if the garment torn apart

Hold the pieces on thy chest to part
Visions are words like the patient
Like Jesus to the one who breathes last
Like Marry the face with ecstasy depart

What shall be thine reward in mischief
On the kingdom in Egypt sits the sold
Cheap but had the riches of years in cellar
To every one from the bounty he giveth
25/6/2009