Spade To A Spade Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

He had tied a spade to a spade
With the angle of a cubist
It did not have any color
Yesterday he had been breaking earth
Of his abode where he slept the night
Today though with heavy heart to have lost
He still hoped that even at the cost of his limbs
That shall squeeze to fix into the calligraphy the priest
Told would take him to paradise if folded that way
And the wounded arm under his cold cheek
His son had kissed him good bye
And in front he was looking to the standard charted bank
The sun went down with out the poet’s recount
Of his inner events
And the holy places where lived spirits
Some resembling humans in form sitting on the wall
What shall he eat as he has skipped the lunch
And the breakfast too against the advice of dietician
He mustered all strength to call his wife
With the strength of his soul he told them that he was
Dinning with friends and forced a laugh
Yet tomorrow is there may his body
Flexes and the man with glasses who stinks
Hire him to clean the front of his door
Today’s sun had just left on his silver beard
Some gold of suffering
He would make a perfect subject of the artist
And would not be acknowledged that the portrait
Made for the amusement of others
Is his
And
When shall his sufferings end

Islamabad
10/2/2010