The Chipmunks Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

He comes out from woody bushes, from cave
his hair make around his face, - a wild boar
who had lost the Margallas to unethical authority
-who had not lost respect yet. The hillock
harbors big oblong and long rooms, dimensionally
up and down. Their life is close to over.

Chipmunk has three strips on the back, Rama's hand
beautiful than found in Vancouver. They wear
rings, like Queen Elizabeth wears crown
the Diamond of Noor (stolen for the Queen by a loyal)
since gone there, so a crescent with a star, clad in green
and white, the definitive value of struggling not to be average.

The two men, spying, their moustache cut
like an army man from Chakwal, stiff
and the other wore his beard like an unwashed
Scarf. There were other two similar, reciting
poetry from the troubled land, in Pashto
metamorphosing, genie, whose feet face backward.
One of the Chipmunks intently looking, where their shoes point.

Shohbaa De was interviewed by a pretty anchor,
praising the diva's success of emancipating women
converting an adult actress from India into a house wife
of the high brow societal mores, in troubled times.

I was wearing Peshawari Chappal, and the two men
having seen my feet, back-turned, followed me, to
the Mushaira, -recitations of verses in Urdu, where
a poet with long hair, was seated next to his wife
of short hair, and thickly made up lips.
The Chipmunks were cute, who wanted to be
Photographed with tele-stars, who looked grave and dreadful.

-A day in Literary Festival in Islamabad on April 26,2014.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
April 27,2014.

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