A Hailstorm Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

If this earth be the frozen waves
The ships of walls are like fixed stones
Tired of grief and luminous interiors
And the dark hidden corners
Reminiscent of caves
That had not known any urbanity
Hailstorms evoke a sense of romance
Hitting hard the glass windows
The dark clouds descend and go
Will these waters recede to their primal
Ducts and will the rivers forgive humans
We have not conquered our own demise
We celebrate life as if we know
Like a small bubble that makes into a hail
And melts by the heat of earth
Like on my chest wearing waters of rain
Like my eyes gaze into the shadows
Like blowing wind
Like burning fire
And who knows that I am preparing
And right now
And some moments later
To travel westward
Cross some bridges
And the two mighty rivers of Indus and Kabul

Islamabad
Sept 17.2010