@ Dead End Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

We grow trees, almonds and olives.
We also know about flowers.
We have names for apples, apricots and oranges.
You say, your jasmine is always white;
Day and night. It also has a fragrance.
From the small cracks of your rocks,
A little above the white sands, on sea shores,
Flowers with little stems bloom.

I have been growing my trees in my palm,
I have been singing the colors of flowers
On my tongue. I have been looking for the door,
Not of heaven but my home. The smeared walls,
Of this darkened street is leading to a dead end.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
March 22,2013.

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