**few More Songs Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

My dreams needed more illusions
To recuperate the reality of self
Born to sing the trials of pain along
Rising to the bliss of soul in heaven
From earth the carnal was devil’s doing
From grief creating songs of happiness
From misery seeking beauty on faces
Appreciation is sympathy or pity for one
In distress the child adapted by celebrity
I had imagined in my flowery fantasies
I had to kill myself in further knowing
What to others was a click in time
For centuries what I was protecting
Cherished value was dreaded possession
I shall have not wondered had it been
Prayers to God for He says the humble
Liked by him and closer to his being
Lay your ear close on my heart
Beloved today in the air of spring
Some more tears few more songs
16/4/2009