Sadiqullah Khan


Sadiqullah Khan Poems

1. The Sunset Redness 4/19/2008
2. The Girl 4/19/2008
3. The Beginning Continues 4/22/2008
4. For How Long 4/22/2008
5. Sweet Like Honey 4/22/2008
6. The Rape 4/23/2008
7. The Tribesman 4/23/2008
8. The Silk Carpet 4/23/2008
9. The Garment 4/23/2008
10. Inspiration 4/23/2008
11. The Rebel 4/23/2008
12. Happy Versatility 4/23/2008
13. Mona Lisa 4/23/2008
14. Time 4/23/2008
15. Newscaster 4/23/2008
16. Steal Me From The Earth 4/23/2008
17. Questions 4/24/2008
18. Late Night Walk 4/24/2008
19. Green Algae 4/24/2008
20. That Woman 4/24/2008
21. The Child Left Alone 4/24/2008
22. Three Men Walking 4/24/2008
23. Like Sandalwood 4/25/2008
24. A Thousand White Cheeks 4/25/2008
25. Only Tonight 4/25/2008
26. Lingering Satisfaction 4/25/2008
27. My Symbols 4/25/2008
28. My Imagination 4/25/2008
29. The Hero 4/28/2008
30. Tomorrow 4/29/2008
31. Lie 4/29/2008
32. Slow Poison 5/6/2008
33. The Audience 5/7/2008
34. The Goddess Of Beauty 5/7/2008
35. Dewan Of Ghalib 5/7/2008
36. Paintings 5/8/2008
37. Fallen Leaves 5/8/2008
38. The Dance Of Blood 5/8/2008
39. Half Asleep As I Lay 5/8/2008
40. The Cause 5/8/2008
Best Poem of Sadiqullah Khan

***devil Worship

The great Unitarian
With names disgusting
Abhorred the command supreme
Unto his way till the end
Devil is creator of evil
And evil of mind
Sin and wrongdoing
Who decides right and wrong
In hermit seminary and sanctuary
Personification indeed

He too is created
In the creation’s realm
Worship the devil
He shall bring
Happiness and may
Before the great scheme
Advocate
What happened on earth

Tragedy is the bleeding Ultimate
Reality unto life though
Nothing wicked nor shameful
Goodness is all
Bad or not
Devil ...

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The Dew

The dew will not be dew
If separated from the rose petal
Into water will it melt, like tear on the cheek
Into her languid look, the eyes in deep sadness
As if she has been crying in secrete
What saddens her heart that her lips have turned red
The sadness coming out of those red lips
Like laughter, like fresh spring water
O! the pain of my heart

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