The Mighty Soul Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Live the mighty soul
Woven from the thread fed on
Five rivers are small and two holy
Broken is the bow from tree
The stalk with eyes
The monastery's rule for the bare feet
For the bare feet
But the whole earth
White cloth holy
Emaciated feeble
Cycle of life is in hands
Poor is who with whom slept
Pride is the spirit within
Poverty is the possession dear
Speak a word
And that was the heart
Ah who would
For the luxuries here
Of the luxury of being
One with the being

Islamabad
3/6/2010