Wayfarer Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Wayfarer



I am but the wayfarer
Of the path of love
Love of the self I have forgone
Memory of the loved ones I have given up
In great repose though I understand I can live
Painful is my life when your memories
Like pages from a book torn I recollect
I sell my heart to buy me a living
Wash not my feet
For my feet has the dust
Of centuries of separation
25/9/2008

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