The Bicycle Wheel’s Sound Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In the languor of twilight
On the soft ground so close
The boughs were holding on
To the leaves with lament
What smiles could nature have
Falling they were leaving signs
Wait till another spring
Flowers were here
Now seedlings gone dormant
Sunshine hath hopes distant
The coziness of earth doth provide
On the fireplace talk of bygones
The butterfly kissed me
With her wings
The silhouette that rode
The bicycle on the lonesome
Way from work and to where
As birds had slept in their nests
Nor was it a lullaby
Nor did it give slumber
The cycle of life
Revolve revolve
As time is thine wood of fire
17/12/2009