The King Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The nature’s sounds
The silence
Birds singing
And the blowing east wind
Something from my ancestors
The civilization too
The form
I am left out
East wind brings me
The master’s message
The reed
The kiss
And the music flowing
The tambourines
Restless to be touched
Wine in the air
Which flows
Like swan in the lake
Heavy drum beats
The wine in my veins
My heart overflows
I m breaking the form
My blood on fire
My limbs move
My head is in the air
Love…..my old love
Friends and lovers
The beat of the drum
I am on the move
Intoxicated
Images
Tambourines
Guitars
The master says you move
The form is already broken
A new rhythm
Smoke and lights
I am one with music
With nature I am one,
Break free,
The master shouts
I am on my own
No surrounding
In total freedom
I am the music
And the music is me
Where is the magic
Again the master,
My soul pours in
In oblivion, I fly
Into the unknown
I come back
The music is over
A great applause
Some faces familiar
Smiling around….
I am the king