The Morning Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The early morning
On the sea
Though not a resort
Of raw beauty
The green water
The vastness of the ocean
Cold breeze
Music of the waves

Some fishermen
On the move to try their luck
As the day moves
Life gets stiller
On the beach
A small town
Some houses
Of fishermen

The cold breeze
Telling many stories
Some houses built
In a way to catch
The cold breeze

Some fairies also
Visit the town
Riding the palm trees
They come from above the sea
No one has seen them
But a few children
Who have flown with them?

To the far places
Their mothers know
The fairy tales
Some demons too
Live in the nearby caves
In total darkness
The small town lived in the night

News of a port
Some heavy machines
The fairies worried
The mothers upset
The stories finishing
What shall catch our imagination?
Something for children
And the worried mothers

The fishermen
With their stories of demons
Yes the demons
The development and technology
The town is changed
The new morning
Shall see a change….