The Tempest Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

-We split, we split, we split!
Let’s all sink with the king.
Let’s take leave of him.
Act I Scene I
The Tempest by William Shakespeare

The storm leading us
Like the tempest
The destiny through
Come O light straws
Weeds and roses
From love’s heart,
Come all in the way
From above the shores:
My return back
We shall meet
In the deep calm sea.

“The poet is like the prince of the clouds
Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;
Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,
His giant's wings prevent him from walking.”
Charles Bauldelaire

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 22,2014.

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