The Website Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The Website



The website is not available
Reads the sign,
An ass closed her eyes
On seeing a wolf.

An ostrich digs his head
In sand,
On seeing a danger.

Some people make walls
To the winds,
Others make windmills.

You cannot punish the sun
By blocking the rays,
Nor stop the moon
From her destiny anyways.

Neither a thought
An idea
That has found a bed to bud,
Will never go back.

And suppression will lead
To deviance,
If you think
Freudian psychoanalysis
Has relevance.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
January 11,2015.

Sunday, January 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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