The Rain Xxiii Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The rain fills my heart
Blue water flows in my veins,
The window is open
Fresh breeze, damp
‘It showers on you, it does not rain'
Beauty, and the hellish desires
You have taken on what?
Mystic toys are rolling on,
I emptied the dust bin
Through mud, in drenched shirt
Filling my shoes with water
My socks wet.
I am connecting to earth,
Washing myself down
Naked, naked inside
While, in some distant past,
‘It played on the music
Drop by drop'
Drop by drop
Rolling in front of me
In colors of rainbow, raindrops
Thunderless, without bolts,
Terrorless lighting.
Slips of the tongue, intentful
Is another dialogue.
Rain, you only rain on all
Sans a degree, sans a class of bungalows,
On all trees, weeds, grass and roofs
On the roofless, homeless alike.
And those waiting endlessly
Their heads bent for the scaffold to fall
Those victims of truth,
Those charged with lies
Whose blood is henna on the murderer's cuff
Who are innocent.
On whose corpses they stand
Whose sweat water the dried streams,
Whose hands seldom rise in prayer
For they have forgotten the rite,
Who are beaten
Insulted ridiculed,
Who beg for their life,
And have no god to serve
And die a dreamless life.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
September 5,2014.