Sibghatullah Khan

As I sit reading in my room, I hear
the first Spring rain thumping the Earth.
Since I cannot concentrate, I rush
out on my roofed terrace and see
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If I make it,
I'll lose my innocence,
and for my blessed life embrace
that haughty, enlightened ignorance.
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They had sweated to excel,
and work their way uphill;
some had finally made it
and whatever they had to, paid it.
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Hello!
This is Pakistan speaking.
I just called to let you know
that I'm very sick these days,
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No one can call my name
like that
And fill my whole being
with love,
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What can I say, dear friend?
You frustrate me so much
each time when you hold out
a promise crying. You talk of Sisyphus
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If seven o'clock is present,
twelve is future;
both run into the sunset
to make it past.
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Love plays its miracles;
it can do all kinds of things:
When you are sick and sad,
it lifts you up from the blues and sings
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Death sounds like silence,
like the falling of Autumn leaves,
a sad, broken heart when it heaves,
like someone walking in a deserted street,
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Saying the same over and over makes no sense
unless it does not mean the same.
But how can you say something
when words are so rude? : they refuse
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My Sweet little brother,
how I love to see you run around the house,
the park, the playground, and be the light
of my eyes! Here I am, your sister,
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When my car broke down on the road,
he was sitting in the bucket seat, my little boy.
Almost five, he got edgy and said: "Why cars go phut? "
"It's the road, child, " I casually explained.
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I walked in the dark, mucking
like a bat trapped indoor;
you gave me eyes to find my way out,
and pluck the sun from azure sky.
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Through long, dark blanketing winters,
We try to keep up with life.
Every cold day, we sniff through our Coffins
To feel if it smells like grass, and wait
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With three scores and ten to my name,
and that I can remember a lot,
I am the Old Man. I eat less besides,
And sleep the first quarter of every single night.
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Dying is but going off-line:
all passwords forgotten,
Username permanently erased,
folders deleted
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Since I'm past the time when it is hard to think
that, somewhere, Death might have laid his snares,
I keep telling myself over and over, as I drink
deep on life, that I might be caught unawares.
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My physician had suggested walk among the hills;
and it's there I think I saw some daffodils.
I saw them blossom in an early morning haze,
hidden from all untutored human gaze.
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'Dear Lamb, I'm so sorry for my great grandfather
who, in a rush of some indiscreet passion,
killed yours on the bank of this beautiful stream,
In cold blood—rather unbecoming fashion.
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