Brutal sun, something to ask
Water, cold, warm and iced,
Yogurt from the pan is sold.
Her thin lips, noble and grand,
Eloquently parts, asking needs,
As big a care, as the, mountain-
House, whose doors jarred, and
Her eyes, delicately cast down.
If, the mannerism can neither be
Bought, nor acquired, dignity cast
Her lean post, as the day’s return.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
July 24,2015.
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