The Vitality - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Fetch water, cook food, kindle fire,
The vitality of now and then
Your utter wish and haunting dream.
O the hunter’s perversions
Of the bird and against a smallness,
Prove your domination, for you can’t,
Stand the grace, horrors of sophistry,
Or when you face the presence,
Your steps towards embrace or escape.
Or both, when you kill and die,
Warring inside, tearing outside
In the pitfalls of pity, rationalizing lust.
Or from the pulpit speak, from stage,
Your galore ugliness, you with your,
Two dead horses and now stuffing another.
Such a trumpet your nostril bugles,
Such a life of devourment and ignorance,
Such a saleable enterprise, industrious.
O let the drop from cold water quench,
My thirst hath been a distance through desert,
My severed longing long ago abandoned.
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