Camel-Bells Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Suspend and supplement
An intent, or break free, even if,
All intents fail when the doing is not yours,
Or you keep the dear ones waiting -
You probably have happy stories
Or sugared confectionery, cooked,
With some hot tea, there is a rain
And the song says, ‘clouds circle the hillocks,
Don't leave love, the rain might soak'.
Intervene, we have happy tidings,
Or let us gather our legs,
From across the hearth,
Our times are coming closer,
We are receding, in the walls around us
Or you say, ‘lost, fly like cotton-wool'.
We may seed elsewhere,
And the signs say, ‘we grow like fruity trees'
On alien shores, sans a recognition
And the pride, some decay of spirits
Holding us back, tying fetters to the feet,
Happily lead the caravan by the camel-bells.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
January 22,2015.