The In Chief Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Clinging on
To rusted shoulders
His desire to be an in chief
Commanding the poor souls,
Poets and all
His wish is to control
A bullying sort
With an ‘Indian dialect’
Portends the Bard’s sense,
Climbs the ladder
By breaking the steps
On other’s toes
On the loose
Hurting sensibilities -asking
For lessons in attitude
A ‘master’ with a stick
Or a monitor in a class
Someone may
Please make him understand.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 15,2013.