Leaving Behind Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Spaces overturned in the dazzling night
playing soprano.Stretching into the vastest corners.
The high roof has been set and beneath some day,
Life would speak in soft murmurs and birds chatter.
The evening's lightness would bring the early aubade,
closer to heart. Longing and some forgotten moments.
Eyes were shone with unspeakable and defeated wishes,
Dignity was escaping the scathing arrows
of those to whom the book of life was to be reopened.

The winds would encircle some merry occasions,
For such a time, was piled the bricks of molten mud.
Such a time as would be visited by some happiness.
The master 'tilted the night and the garden ran
with stars', so was the beauty of a silent laugh.
Or a return of emptiness and a gaze in the 'unending eyes'.

April 27,2012