With Whom And Why (Post Post Modern Poetry) Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

With whom and why the big man died he was not small though he was not committed he left a bunch of children behind he had made many enemies than friends there were many who loved him every one forgot him his ashen white face was kissed from above the coffin people shed tears on the demise he was forgotten soon afterwards when every one was feasting many others die like that one day on the first night when they will return from my grave tear soaked bread others will eat to sleep for some nightmares when they get up in the morning I would have had suffered all that the preacher had been telling me in hell or paradise sleeping indefinitely whether to wake up or not life will go as usual while watching some nudes on the site I felt it was the last time what it meant was some pretty nymphs has anyone traced them over the years in statics where they end up do they die like us I would love a personal interview with one and share some moments on a table of dinner where I shall ensure that wine is not served for its prohibition for making me in my senses before my death for a while to see what is in paradise my brains are exploding my heart failing some soothsayers are thronging my groove the other pretty girl has shown me her face who is worried about the job of her fiancé there was a party in my home last night when they were sure that I was not home to share the moments with loved ones they hate that man for his wealth his neighbors are the biggest looser some one had called me from village I hated to know that some guy has stolen blackberry and jewellery from the girl who did not talk to me because she thought I was a real poet and talk on cheap cell phone and having invited her to share my dinner on a carton spend the evening my way I said lot many prayers from one town to another I reached to breath dust those poor guys were killed in gun battle who had come to visit the funeral of the big man sneaking in to see its depth without knowing tomorrow a grave is being dug for them I have a wish to retrieve a few more years gain some more spiritually I am tired of reading seeing pretty girls abhor me the soldiers were beating a poor motorist for not having stopped before they had crossed the road on that place they had blindfolded another with his shirt a young man who would have made better soldier than the one doing the job

8/9/2009