The Malala Fever Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Plagued - the world carries
The burden of guilt:
A girl, sacrificed a million years ago
To appease the fiery gods
On a blunt temporal assault.
Who has grown from then on?
Gone, and she is martyr
Trumpeted, sang with water-tears.
Alive, and her frail skeleton, afflicted
With pulling dead corpses from earth,
Fallen walls; laureated like anointed
A hundred more times, from now.
The divide is not real,
You were the foe yesterday
And today you stand by my side
Could two eyes, but look in opposite.
The fever is over, dust winded
On the cross-word, it is the same
The same words read from below
As from above. There are so many
Reasons of a discontent, and so many others
See flowers in the crumbling leaves of autumn.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
October 20,2013.

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