Untitled Ii Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

When the fantasy has come to an end
The mind’s power to imagine things
That pleases the senses
The beautiful girl of the yore
In secret desires alone shared with her mother
The life’s spring in full bloom
And in anticipation of the years to come
The child yet unborn but waiting for its turn
The greater being has ordained its birth
And one day
The child suckling the breast of the mother
In the image of Jesus to the Marry
Motherhood’s great feeling in a world that is wrought
With injustice

That man who once came and when he sat for food
He did eat like he had been hungry for centuries
Born was he to a mother
Like Jesus was he to the Mary
In the wit’s great drama unfolding in favor of the rich
And the powerful
The mother looking like a cow that has just given birth
To her calf and cleaning with her tongue
Deep groans of love and breasts full of milk
Motherhood coming out of the sublimation
Of some acts in dirt or the erotics in mankind
The face of the child did glow
The mother’s ultimate possession
The spirituality
He may be the chosen one

Incoherent thou speak
O heart in torment
A story thou canst narrate
In one session
The chronicles of centuries
The prophets the sages
Could not unfold the secret
Of life and death
Love’s bitter meanings are opening on thy conscious
Yet thou art on the first page
The dervish’s whirl or deep meditation
And one day
Thou shalt be the guest of that superior being