Third Scenario Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Destroy the tradition, fight the future,
Old Mama's hearth, new sheathed reality,
An alphabet of knowledge, a head who is high
Some color splendors, few tears from eyes,
Laughing countenance, an independent spirit.

Destroy the tradition, fight the future,
O dark demons, strangulate the souls
From pulpit speaketh the absolute,
Of a mind redunt, a soul either sold.
Envy the living, love the dead -
The third scenario is that you follow dictat,
Of a minion, or leave, or kill and die.

Gilgit
October 31,2014.