Sadiqullah Khan

Longest Hangover - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

It did not finish as it did carry,
This eloquence was melting on the face of the night.
There was a city destroyed by nothing.
There was an afternoon faded
Behind sunrays. There was a goldsmith in the street,
Repairing earrings and he said he cannot repair broken arms
Of sugar pots.

The humming voices of the people needed a rhythm,
Next only to some songs. For them to be on their own.
The travelogue were streets narrowed down
By those who were selling used shoes.

The night brought such an ancient song
So long forgotten.
Travels evoke a sense of control, though
Away from loved ones.
The destiny was not yet reached as all thoughts

The morning was a half victory.
Even smaller than that
Why there are celebrations
Smaller victories are bigger victories
The people have learned through ages

Neither laugh nor cry
This is such a swift exit
It is nothing
If it means many victories to others and loved ones
Be it my loss.
And this was such a big victory for me.

Nov 11,2010

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 20, 2014

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