Statue Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The statue
Bent onwards
A rite of fertility
Many hopes
Of changing position
Open like universe
The mother earth
So small her wish
Was but she silent
From her birth

The “boteh”* motif
On all her body
Curved is she
To take it whole
To her hearts content
But what then
The symphony of life
Will continue?

In sublime is born
With music enchanting
With love she raised
In the statues worshipped

You fill my sentences
Longer and longer
As I write
The ‘boteh’ on your body
Like a prince
Who sucks the blood
From his wounded palm
After a defeat
(*Flower motif)
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