Sadiqullah Khan Poems

Give me happy news,
Of a hundred drowned men,
In the happiest tides of ocean.
Of the men hanging to your thousand,
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Of the blue moon, crescent like,
An arrow head, hanging over me.
The landscaped night was once,
A waterfall of desire on a clenched soul.
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The solitary bird sits on widow aisle,
The rain has bathed the walls.
You and I sit together.
The blue water is running down the pane.
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The rosy flush of wine;
Before the emptiness takes you.
The silken thread of time,
Not too long to go.
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The rusted door there,
Is closed on a sill of water;
Jagged and shining white,
The window blind is down.
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Move on, with the silent conversation,
The unheard sound is music, speech a poem.
The serpent revolves in the curvaceous curve.
As the lock of hair weaves through my heart.
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O Virgil! On your joyous journey,
Put out your dark Inferno.
From the beasts three headed in mercy.
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The sun settled behind the Margalla Hills,
The ample night's dream in drizzle.
In the bamboo trees and behind,
The pond of water is overflowing.
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This place has a vault of sky,
Is it limitless in a walled pavilion.
The one who sits outside,
Is the homeless treasure.
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A hundred and a thousand idols,
The forehead enough bowed on earth.
The habit would not break otherwise,
A mindful moment with heaven's sigh.
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