The Resurrection Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

After thousand and one years,
I came back
You were waiting on the door
To welcome me,
You took me to the room,
Where were you,
You asked me
The room was finely lit,
The drapes on one side,
I know you like light in the room,
You said.
Fine linen sheet, of white color
The drapes
Same old ones
Silky, floral and some abstract designs,
My favorite carpet,
Now antique, the border worn out.
Hot bath is ready
Crisp clean shirt,
And perfume,
A cup of hot coffee….
We missed you,
A little talk,
Some whispers
Music
Talk of the latest novel,
I apologize
I have been unfair to you,
I said,
The world has changed you said,
The environment
Choking
You know
What the man kind has done to the environment
Beauties of the hills,
Vastness of the plains
Are gone years ago
We “buy” oxygen...
There is no water,
A few wars
Many generations lost
Every thing vanished
I was only waiting for you,
A scientist named Stephen hawking
Had theorized that we will settle in Mars,
That the universe is expanding
Mars
Some people gone there
New settlements…
The sun survives
A source of energy
In the midst of the talk
An urge to be god
My creativity lost
A frenzy of emotion
I want to live here
The long sleep of thousand and one years
My whole body moving
The memories of the dust
Of mud and darkness
My soul had left me to decay
I want to reproduce
Something like me
My reincarnation
My primitive union
With you is on fire
Don’t talk the sublime
The beast in me…
Is back again
You are the symbol of fertility
My longing to live forever
The secret is you
You too shall vanish
In the great scheme of the things
But what we have in common
We are human beings
Our survival
In our union
Love ensues…
My love for you...
And we live in our children
Eternity is
But the ideas we give
To the generations coming
Shall live for ever
Its time for lunch
Olives and bread…
How you came
Don’t you know?
The great Ghalib
Had said
A thousand and a hundred years ago
“ghar tera khuld mein jab yaad aya”*
*(When I remembered your home in paradise)