Will the Nile's surge, of happy winds -
Reach Indus, and the desert's dwellers
Suckling their wells dry, leave -
Will those who had dined together at night
In the auspices of holiness, kissing each others'
Cheeks pale, will the pulpits be lifted away.
Will the fears fade,
Will I ever understand my prayer?
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 3,2014.
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