Only Once - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Life goes clattered like a first rate fiction,
Nor the stars blink fortunes, nor winds validations
The greens are usual and rain is less acid-born,
Neither flowers on wet apricots have outlook
Nor the snow clad hills waiting worn steps.
But unless the form of limbal granite smoothness,
An eloquent eye or lips frozen in the detail,
Statuesque revelations, a bestial desire to love.
We longed the travel’s float upon the asphalt
Of running earth beneath our feet made black,
Onto every house opens the hose of peeps
That what life constitutes in the vacuity of languid
Bulbs lit, descending down the steeps or spread
Like a carpet, although we talked to each other,
In every other was seated the cheeks of her smile.
Thus having done the essentials of living,
Having slept, meditated and further thought,
The worthless arguments abandoned like old walls
Who have seen more than me and you, and have stood,
As keeper of the times, and have wept lamentations
Of the trodders, the mothers who have given
Them wishes for some better tomorrows.
Whether you climb the hills or otherwise,
Or fly the air, sit on the thorn of Solomon,
And all the demons be your loyal servants
And speak the tongue of birds or arbitrate,
Between them, O lion, the king of jungle,
Where is your grave, do the beasts visit
Tombs and have a holiness about thems.
The heart shaped face of the hostess of air,
Had a twiggy tail and bifurcated hips plastered
Into an apple shape and lips were wall papers,
Of bunches of flowers done in red and skin-white.
Living in imagination is the happiest course deciphering
And wishing to drown in river than being buried, behind
The heavy boulders of stones and mud after yourself
For the wrath of fierce angels of hell, because you
Befriended devil while on earth, but know you will
Never return and know that living is only once.
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