**the Beans Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Heat contagious
Rising
From roasted beans
Of hot coffee
On melting palms
Warmth of the blood
Whispering love
Very close to the ears
Music of soliloquy
The tree had grown
Sideways
The beans rushed
To my head
The drape had been
Partly opened
For sunrays to visit
Long shadows
Of small flower pots
For my night
She looked back
In doubt
To find me lost
In the world of flowers
Nothing was mine
I was denied access
To own house
The beans brewed
Enough when I refused
To enter
But on my own
Many guns and eyes
Through booby traps
And freedom at last
To the guitarist
Who promised
To give me
Lessons in music
The night was awake
But fanciful
16/4/2009

From: The Corner