A Burdened Thought Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

A Burdened Thought



Seldom bites the barking dog
The ear-marked books, thicker than a log,
On a burdened thought, heavier than
A heave of sigh, when picked the sham.
Words are doors in the dark,
Eats up, line-space, as would shark
A battled cry, muffled, hardened
To the dry earth, holy springs, hearkened.

Those who died with barley sacks,
A jungle grew, might they live in racks.
Of the peace they make, are not they rude?
Of the rough war, but too shrewd
Thus the way-ward is judge himself,
As the plaint is to the toad, an elf.
A bargain I strike, with the caravan
Let I be left, to behold the dawn.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
May 21,2014.

Watching the Dawn 1879, photograph by Padre Art @ fineartamerica

Saturday, June 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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