They dined on the legs of roasted antelope,
Those who walked opposite, never in step,
Both are the ‘remnants', the one carry
The portrait of dead wife, and the other,
Plucked his brows, and fomented conspiracy
In royal exile. They, their sons and daughters.
‘Mullah-e chabak-zaban, teri waza-e dildari'
Stand by the pillars of the throne,
Or a ‘madressah', where you produce,
Retards, capped versions of yourself.
Or the ‘grand nationalist', saleable, acutely wanting,
And a son of illustrious father, demeaning stepmother.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 24,2014.
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