Raises then it falls
In social contractual limits.
Bequeathed. Borrowed by living.
Flying wingless,
In pieces collected.
Stands on its own frail skeleton.
Bespeaks if balloted.
Stolen like precious,
By word of mouth.
Fears.
All morality,
Claims the divine or who,
Possesses hold on affairs.
Who wields.
The installations as art,
Walls turn into pages.
Squares red.
It is hidden.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
October 22,2012
Untitled by Herzog & de Meuron and Ai Weiwei,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem