**if I Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
**if I
Who shall judge me
The molder itself what merit
Dust flowed from the palm
What glitters is gold
Down to the judgment of self
In the collective exposed
Virtues and vices in equal
In the right hand or in the left
Tablet of deeds after ruins
Have been ruined
My hand shall not reach there
As I hold the collar
That would be the longest day
Day of the days
I also have a judgment
If I
7/5/2009
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Tablet of deeds - that follows us to JUDGMENT DAY. Every utterance and action