Concealed Provocations Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Held are the banners folded in arm pits.
Where hath gone the truth's trumpet.
Reality is then concealed,
In the long lines either horrific.

The sour is to know the sweetness,
To let know the difference of aroma,
Roasted beans of brown
Make the base note to the olfactum.

The art that lead a revolt,
Braying horses and winnowing cows
Of the human souls drawn on the sword's nick,
Ah! The truth is but behind the shadows.

The attached pictures are sewn
To the words, is it accentuation?
Limiting the mind's flight oblivious
Invented are words soft spoken?

Still lying deep is the desire's fire
Much flame you hired from heaven alike,
Zeus would hold the fire alight
Buddha tells extinguish forever.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
September 26,2012