Sadiqullah Khan Poems

Who inspires whom,
Who makes, remakes
Who from the stardust, stars,
Who the moon half
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In definitive determinism
The crawling animal,
A worm centipede, -the other self.
A metamorphosed genius,
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I woke up, with a heavy bust of marble
In my hands. My elbows tired carrying it
I can neither throw it, do away with it,
It has the weight of history, from it hangs
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Wearing my poems on your weathered face,
On a weary, withered, ruin –on the soiled
Bvlgari perfumed bottle of fragrance,
A pacco-robanne or Azzaro of twenty years.
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Oriana Fallaci asked the astute
Bhutto, Zulfikar Ali,
What a politician is like?
“The one who can steal eggs from under the hen”,
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Unless she be a riot to the senses,
Tumult fabricated, chaos conspired.
Gentle torture, wit’s finesse -
Unless she be a ‘hungama’ (émoi)
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‘A plague a' both your houses! '
Romeo and Juliet Act III, William Shakespeare

As if they had been grilled, in the clutch of a plague.
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I picked the bust of Nefertiti, the beautiful one,
From Egypt, and heard of Gilgamesh from Babylon,
A Mayan calendar. I chanted the Vedas, and sat
With Buddha. I companied Lao Tzu, and became
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I only hear the beasts now,
The orchestra of my beauty
Fades into silence. Only beasts!
Like the dancing steps on wood roof.
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I only hear the beats now,
The orchestra of your beauty
Fades into silence. Only beats!
Like the dancing steps on wood floor.
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