Belated Wisdom Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The pages go as if sweet wind rolling
Past for the eyes and tomorrow
Forgotten like leaves of the last autumn
Spring buds of life nourishing on trunk dried
Tired and rich with age for giving fruits
Nests to birds and shadows to wanderers
Summer sun of the afternoon shining
Every thing has some purpose common
Be it the song of bird or music of stream
Belated wisdom with no regrets
Had it been the same it would have been
Sameness in life is the variable fast
Would a mother trade her child for one better
Of what is learned we know experience
As I gather my aching limbs
The strength is now of the mind
Of heart and love your capacity to breathe
Saying all with out saying any
The ultimate is the end of existence
We move onwards and never to return

Islamabad
16/3/2010