The Remains Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Who shall carry the message
The impression of the bright sun
On the green leaves
And the orange colored flower
The climber revolving around
The heavy bark of the pine
Bending it a little

The light making impressions on flowers
Trees and men sitting wearing caps
On the green and a small restaurant
Where a very young boy with his upturned cap
In his manners as if learned from a public school
In early teen with no education
Eager to please
Some customers and the girls looking at him
He has no love because he is a waiter

He but smiles at them and a little pity
Glazing sun rays from the windows
With pin dropp silence and a little music
One girl gets up to show him a gesture
Of love but his eyes have lost
The luster of life and love

In his idealism for which he has no words
The dream that shall never come true
Except that he has been lured into the job
By some stories mixed with fantasy
His friend or the owner of the restaurant
May be some day his fantasies would come true
Harmony and happy smile plays on his face

The impressionist capture the beauty of life
That way with so many desires yet to come
Others unfulfilled but who shall do the job
If not him but another boy of the same age
He knows all the people and the lovers
Children and the families and the lonely writer
Of a book who comes there to spend some time

Happy my friend as his job is to serve and please
“The remains of the day” he shall discover later
In the basement he lives with his fantasies
Ideas of a happy life and a letter from the love
Back from the village and mother’s sweet kisses
What sin he shall commit for he is all a servant
On a long travel home or towards his love
One day
He shall discover the futility of his servility