Rounded, I never saw before
Blackened, from the dark room
The moon, like sent
From your part of the globe.
A passing, when in my shadows
A luminosity, away, having shone
All parts are the same, all ways
Pebbled journeys, listen only
Prologue, and on the mind’s screen-
Devious paths, long trees, crushed
Desires. Hopes and there was a way
On a stream leading to bushes.
Sugar-canes were in abundance
With rich green. The walls had been
Pushed aside. After speaking
In the past, setting aside the future,
The invented fears had the addict’s
Craving. I was reading the moon -full
As, and as now I read your face
The first thing I saw -
When I opened my wings to fly.
-After returning from Dera Ismail Khan
Sadiqulah Khan
Peshawar
October 19,2013.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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