The Beloved’s Depart Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The Beloved’s Depart



The city breathed an evening for the beloved’s depart,
The dust, by the Maghreb, to the soul mourned
The Path ended, hands raised in prayers,
Years and years of love, -a relationship, like dew’s spread.
My father’s best friend, friend of the friends and of Friend.
The great master – Rumi, lead the funeral, of the gold-smith,
Urs, - a celebration indeed, when friend meets the Friend.
Little memories of some small talk,
Serene like moon, the face was bright like star.

-On the sad demise of Professor Ahmad Gul, graduate from Islamia College Peshawar, in 1950s; a preacher and wanderer in Allah’s Path.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 14,2014.

Islamia College sunset view @ Pukhtoogle

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