Forget, forgive, O thou with the strength of now,
The yesterday’s dream and tomorrow’s hope.
“The body is affliction”, mould and breathe
Every organ and the obsession with movement.
Sans memories, the ignited fire of life.
Turn into ash, for what end. To live long?
A passion’s sculpted illusion alas!
A stolen gaze to the beauty‘s shape.
Your eyes had the emptiness of a dried pond.
What if a frog jumps in and a sound of splash?
Do not pull the knots of life, you have created.
Un-knot, un-learn and relearn. Then what?
The cold demeanor of a blue surrounding.
What you do when you fall in love?
O pupil of the great Buddha! Thou hast given us
Sermons; sans wine, sans an ecstatic dance.
On yoga meditation.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
March 28,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem