Wishing Amnesia Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Retrograde, whom I first was
The white earth and the reflecting texture
Like the surface of moon, walls built.
Cold shades of the corners of rooms
Where mud and sprinkled water smelled
Like Aqua-earth, but the ensuing wish
Is to fly the falcon’s flight, depart
On the peaks of the world.
My quill my companion, If allowed;
When you learn the way of tenderings,
From your tongue the poisonous thorns gone
And you have put down your guns
And your axes become blunt
When greeting is a gentleman’s brace –
I have made memories,
Derelict, with extremely generous friends.
Wishing amnesia, from hostile past
And present, didst not the great souls,
Advised. A curse bigger than fixing to the soil?

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
September 6,2015.