Sadiqullah Khan

Her Bony Countenance - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Her bony countenance and his clad face,
Stormed in snow, weathered like hide –
The labored smile, lest it may not be returned,
The grasses smell the earth’s aphro-seeds.
A donkey wishing and potatoes were grown,
They all stood up waiting for some news,
Or a neat expression, for large laughing eyes.
Their happiness is leached by the priest, suppose,
Or a life, tiresome, boring and insipid.

Sadiqullah Khan
August 18,2014.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

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Illustration: Tales from the Pampas by W. H. Hudson @ eldrtichpress

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 5, 2015

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