Sadiqullah Khan


**Tribal Ways (Enemies of Match)


Every man with an opinion
Equal in valour and in strength equal
At the advent of the British
Who were carrying the flag
Of the queen with intentions
To conquer the lions and wolves
The British from India
Offered to make a few nabobs
The reply was that we are all nabobs
Can you make all nabobs
In retreat then a titular representation
In treaty like with sovereigns
With each tribe the British
Gave respect to the traditions
Commanded respect
Enemies of match
They laid arms
To each other
And the rest would follow
Between lovers of freedom
On the land they said theirs
And many more claimants
For the soil and souls
For the minds and ferocity
20/4/2009

Submitted: Monday, April 20, 2009
Edited: Monday, April 20, 2009

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  • ata khan (4/20/2009 5:03:00 AM)

    'Enemies of match
    They laid arms
    To each other '

    I like this poem a lot. (Report) Reply

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