It Rains Back Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

It Rains Back



We disappear, we perish,
The silent wings carry us.
There is a fountain, in the ocean.
The ascension steps are easier.
Once the ground of a thousand years,
Of age is covered. There is no respite.
As we lift the lid from the pot,
The water is evaporated into steam.
It goes nowhere, it rains back.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 11,2013.

Saturday, April 13, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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