Sadiqullah Khan

@ On Things Unreal - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I sit on things unreal, an eight legged chair
Like a six armed deity, an elephant’s elegant tusk
A camel’s hump. On the long back seat of a car
Holding an ash tray, like a spittoon, changing track.

On the violable streets’ ending, dead on a question mark
And feet dragging, a zigzag memory on a metaled road
Much ado, counting on death’s approaching claws like shark
In deep sea; waves surfing under a sun of molten sand.

The night’s ever enchanting lullaby of uneasy silence
Dreams of the morning still holding the mast high:
A neighborly smile, across the keys’ clatter of resonance
A worthwhile stride, to the window sweating with rain nigh.

Sadiqullah Khan
July 25,2013.

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Photography: House on a dark lane, by Igor Demidov @ deviantart

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013

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