Sadiqullah Khan Poems

Have you seen it broken, by a big fist
Either on the top of a cot's leg.
Or smashed on a stone, sprinkling juice.
Eyes and nose run together
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He comes out from woody bushes, from cave
his hair make around his face, - a wild boar
who had lost the Margallas to unethical authority
-who had not lost respect yet. The hillock
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The dog days of summer
The drenched days of sweat:
The smoldering sun and the desert dunes,
Beaked sparrows, their hanging tongues.
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Abhorred state of nature is a loss,
Adam's rise to the consciousness of his being
Creative, triggered by Eve and Satan.
We will return to it, a subconscious state-
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O distant mountain I do not give you a name
By whatever bare bones and skeletal stones
You are called the storm, the nakedness
Planet earth exhibits, before the first man.
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Peevish tweets, deceptive stratagem
Blood on arms, the night's a battle -
Could you be worth, the falling monarch,
To go in history, to match the march.
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The garment torn apart, ropes
Broken asunder. Waters, torrential
Flow above the embankments. Oceans
In your eyes, held by brim on lashes
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We met; I blind folded, to a belief
Never mine, nor yours. In some sun-lit spaces
Your hands were hanging down the knees
Stature up-right, smiles carried by laughter
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To you it’s the cold of the night
The thought fox, sniffing, coming and going
Sets neat prints on the snow, starless, the clock
Ticks. For me it’s the tenth muse, jagged
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A sunbeam, from the breast, from the dark cuckoo’s beak
A melodious song, a wake-up call the day’s to begin, an idyll’s
Waiting hour. No need looking what may be or may not.
An abysmal afternoon, a leapt up evening; a night of sorrow.
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