A Heap Of Chocolate Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

My dried mouth like the sea,
Being flown through the desert of Gobi,
My fiery rage, from where, and hence
Broken lips, and vignettes, encircling fate
In the desire's closed room, and seeing through
A distance. From the narcissus eyes, of the night
Having seen, drops of rain as tears pouring in.
Of an year's old recount, a flying angel
With congratulations brought a cake of chocolate
What for? , ‘This is for you sir', and why?
With no answer, could I have asked for more,
And I gave her my books of poems, in gratitude.

Having thus, after my fast, and eating to full
With pulp oranges, it was still more, more than I
Could finish by tomorrow. And slowly I opened the door,
To an old man, not unlike ‘Khizr', I offered, and he said,
‘I am going to prayers and on my way back
I will take it from you.' The prayers ended, and he did not
Knock. I looked for him, and there was none on the road.
I ate more of it, drank more of pulp fruit juice,
And still, half of it is remaining. What to do will think
Tomorrow. Whatever fortune brings, no one can take away,
And when it comes, it asks for no reason, no why,
How and when. Neither can you part with it, that what is yours.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
July 4,2014.

Death by Chocolate @ Mike Dooley Photography