I heard of a winning race, a flock
What merit is it, staying there
The generation of eighteen ninety eight
Is there any generation, here
Be it nineteen hundred and ninety eight
I was going through “The Conquests of Alexander”
Or “Mao’s Letters” and a much sought
“Life in a Brothel”, some fanciful objects
Awaiting in paradise. At an Alma mater gathering.
Behind the hanging veil
A harem flourishes, or nothing is heard.
They say, hell is made for the fair ones.
After removing the layers of shortened perspective,
We may be able to bring new light, fresh breeze.
Let the mutually destructive elements
Of a collective psychology set the pathos.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
June 29,2013.
Buz Kashi: by Eqbal Mehdi
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