The Garment Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

My garment torn
Torn from every where
From the front and from the chest
Like Majnun my garment
The garment of Joseph
The blood stained garment
The garment old
The father’s eyes
And Laila’s blessing
My garment in threads
Give my garment back
Torn in pieces
The rage of my garment
The peace inside
My poverty in riches
The hand of the beloved on my garment in threads
My chest is bare
The sign of my madness
My garment in dirt but the soul it carries
Dust unto dust and my garment splendid
To mock the pretension of the people rich
My garment torn my garment in threads
The cover of my inside
My inside is my outside
My garment torn my garment in threads
No signs of impurities
The prayer and the prayer mat
The holly and the dear
My garment torn my garment in threads
Tom are my garments but from every where
The chains and the cage
The garment thou wear
My garment but freedom
Freedom from riches and freedom from profane
My chest is bare and my hands growing
My hands want to grow
Into lengths unknown
With perceptions divine and help miraculous
The hand of the Jesus and the garment poor
The garment of Moses
And thousand patches of the Master of the masters
Thy poverty I love thy contentment I wish
My garment is my chest but bare
From all sides and from the back too
The beloved beautiful
The temptation and the restraint
My only possession
My garment torn