The Dancing Life Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Let on the tip of the edge
Like dew drop dances lest it falls,
On the sharp corner of time.
Like a wayfarer's dream,
For the destiny is underneath.
Your feet carry the dust of tiredness,
Like rain of bliss be awashed.
Like the bird above the cloud,
To the blue sky your soul.
The rhythm of movement,
Of the dancing belle like waves,
On the shore of desire be amazed.
On the tip of tongue like whisper,
To the love's ear be heard.
The child making sand houses,
Before leaving your hardened thought,
Be erased for a new tomorrow.
The hope of the yesterday,
Be like a dream for the future.
Like the frothing fall in nature's cup,
Be intoxicating and the whole earth,
Be the temple for the self.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 3,2013.