The Iconoclasts Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The Iconoclasts



A hundred and a thousand idols,
The forehead enough bowed on earth.
The habit would not break otherwise,
A mindful moment with heaven's sigh.

Sell the soul and live in sloth,
Or say a word and be freed.
Freedom is just feeling free.
Or spend your life in slavery utmost.

Break the idols, Pharaohs or Nimrud,
The enlivened spirit albeit abject.
Innumerable compromises against conscience;
Hold the banner of Hussein and truth.

In support of Dr Tahirul Qadri and his followers on their protest in Islamabad for reforms.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
January 16,2013.

Sunday, January 20, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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