The girls ride hyenas, from the ancient valley
The lion Buddhas have been exterminated
And dismembered. Blasted out of recognition.
Alexander on his Bucephalus stood on the top
‘Pirser', to a voyage across Indus, make his
Assault final to the plain. A mullah is holding
A gun in one hand and the holy book, in another.
The colonel in US military warns the young British
She Journalist to beware of the governor of Ghazni.
And Sultan Mahmud had taken his slave for a lover,
As Babur, the first emperor, would be pushed by mother
To bed his wife. He had fallen in love with a boy,
And he was fed with aphrodisiac from Bajaur,
Made from testicles of hedgehog and brain of sparrow,
Sprinkled with gold powder and resins from unknown plant.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
April 1,2014.
Bucephalus by Andrew Mc Millan @ fineartamerica
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