Sadiqullah Khan Poems

Whose word is it
That has put
A whirl of sweet juices
In my ears
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Toils and sweat
World’s upheavals
Revolutions in my name
The surplus counted
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In secrete desire to make homes
She plays with dolls and baby dolls
Making and unmaking relationships
Role-plays in various dimensions
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In dark convulsions of fire of love
The goddess blue in feminine moon
Eyes with sweet lust of life to live
Strange emblems on her neck worn
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So apt these words,
I had left much more to you:
I had some wild dreams,
tied to the corner of that
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These things
Go on
Those green leaves
And water drops
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From self to self in the music of silence
In the wailing of those they see what means
From the state of consciousness to consciousness
Under the voices of the beats of the metals and strings
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Of the broken bridges what sadness
Underneath the stream of water dried
Death was whence destroyed with impunity
Love shall see no place on earth
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I had moved the time back
Unlike God that once spent
Counts towards infinity
In finite units
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I shall make the words dance
Sing the tunes of the wildest
Sweetest birds that had yet
To be imagined by aesthetes
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