The Messiah Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Heavy shadows of the sun setting
On the red of the rug spun from the wool
Mothers had the fancy to keep the thought woven
The repose had the sharpness in the eyes with hope
Respect to the old ways and pride in the head

To be the healer once he said some one
Remarked a man like you feeling the pulse on hands
When the pulse of times was much dearer than that
Life was with the ideals when himself he disowned
Any name to the piece of earth or possession

In floating ideas for the welfare communal
Socrates was he to the youth for inspiration
One of the mother when she was no more
Why he did not faint or beat himself of sheer shock
His father had his blood on the land for his courage
Statuesque details of the bravery he remembered

Many names of mark when revived the culture
Much loved the warmth when around the woods of oak
Burning he saw his face glowing to success

Time was not his for the price to succeed
Too big in terms when all others were making fame
Restless he moved with scattered books in his study
To say something that needed to come out
From the heart that was too honorable to be small

He had the sapling in the yard of his green
Watered by many his towering self protected
Named himself messiah with empty hands
When he saw nothing to him though there was much
Lived with the ordinary the ardent lover of the land
Freedom still has much relevance in his eloquence
His love shall remain a torch for the lovers of tradition
5/8/2009

Dedication: Dr Hassan Khan Waziri