O distant mountain I do not give you a name
By whatever bare bones and skeletal stones
You are called the storm, the nakedness
Planet earth exhibits, before the first man.
Desolate one, terrifying silence to the lone
Smallness, in no proportion, equals you, who is
So completely ignored by Nature, so completely
Incapable of entering into communion with you.
Your heaviness weighs heavily on me, so long -
That I lay asleep in your vibe of listless solitude.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
October 14,2014.
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