Sadiqullah Khan Poems

Our heroine is at large.
She has some grotesque shadows,
Hanging to her wall.
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You had the spill from the cup,
Page was ash and words aflame.
Inebriation, mystic chant and drum.
Friends and foes, be the cup bearers,
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The spirits shall melt away,
From the sanctuary of the patriarch;
"Little girls and adult women"
The genie derelict, and who were
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He brought alms;
My earthen pot had a Venus's image.
My grandmother to the stone mill of hand
Poured much and as much poured to her hens.
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Carrying lightening and thunders,
In my palms, and like beads of gold,
Precious stones, rubies and diamonds.
The prayers oozing from raised hands.
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You tell the story every night,
Of milking honey from the moon.
Brewing nectar in flower’s patella,
Your sky head kisses my earthen lips,
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The edge melted into ocean,
Who would cage ice in a frame.
Without knowing, and without sun.
How would we breathe air in water.
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We disappear, we perish,
The silent wings carry us.
There is a fountain, in the ocean.
The ascension steps are easier.
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The stones were empty inside.
The surface looked like wood logs,
hollow, and the marble statues, a few years
old, and broken. The acropolis was like
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Your child face, covering tender years,
Sometimes from the angular disposition,
My selfish nature would look to you.
From now onward those years,
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