Sadiqullah Khan Poems

With the senses pure thus blasted
Six in number for the five
Nothing embellishes to fly
The cellar had the darkness
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The little green vase
That you could hold in two fingers
That to me meant
Some brightness in the dark
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The pink of the sunset was like the droop
From the shoulders like the folds in soft
Rays gleamed like diamonds in gold red
From the below sand white was the skirt
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This is it
He thrilled the world at the end
Beyond the condolence from death to demise
Beyond the awards and up flow on the charts
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Two young girls
With their father
With permits
With papers
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I had the charm of the birds the night before
Pain in the bosom was like creeping death
The cage of life is akin to prism where we all
Living our broken desires on the edge of extinction
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Like kites on the air
From up the skies
From above the clouds
From the stars
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They do not belong to the earth
Hold them through their backs
Rape their women
Crush their children
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Midnight grief, thou art but a wick’s smoke
Burn me to ash, that before the last flicker,
Dawn is the traveler’s step on treacherous sand
Rise to the setting moon; let the urn sing the secret.
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Of the tides higher going in emotion
On the day break with tweeting sounds
Rays of light through drapes in windows
Night’s redemption in penance sweet
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