Sadiqullah Khan

All Are Beggars - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

How can we judge, how render
He puts a tongue, on trees, on clouds
A dripping rain is to the sense
A steed’s trot up the hill.
O great master of human acts
Intents, big and small
A noble King, a clown and a jester
All are beggars.
Like unto divinity
Lest a grace worthy of the moment
Be placed in their mouths;
A gesture, a costume,
An elegant pose, be sepia and paint.
Your demons nothing
But parrots in rote
Yet the nature would on the contrary
Live and repeat its acts;
When thou hast bled thine ink
On a page, void and blank.

-To William Shakespeare.

Sadiqullah Khan
August 18,2013.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 25, 2014

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