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
Gilgit
August 18,2014.