Through Thick And Thin Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

This oars me through thick and thin,
In the desert, stony ocean, of opposite wind.
This makes my arms, otherwise I would end
With severed limbs, by a lesser design -
In the replete world I have to invent,
A weapon of more potency, pen and ink.
For the moment I wear the crown
For the moment bow and arrow sails me through,
Before you earn the reputation of being honest and true.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
July 28,2014.