Visceral Buddha Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Drapes on the statuesque
Nibbana as it falls on bones
Visceral dilapidations to rescue self
Desires have no place in the spacious heart
It stands sans head
He said be mindful
The kashtriyate chest is bare
Enter the navel and you find from disease
Salvaged
This nakedness has the narrowness
Is the right hand carries the staff
Of the axial sages of ages
So the soul is breathing
With nauseating yellow
So what if nothing is attained

Islamabad
July 30,2010