The Wreck Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The curl of the hair
On the side of the beloved’s cheek
Telling the legend learnt through ages
From the time of Cleopatra
Or Queen Sheba to Solomon
Many a stories of the past
In search of beauty and love unforgettable
In this sea of separation
With storms leading me to a wreck
The memories of your love
Of the last solemn pledge
I am forgetting
For the shore is too far away
And my struggle for existence
Is but waning
The faculties of my brain
My body now giving up the last hope
To a small piece of wreck
I am holding my last breath
Tell me beloved
How can I remember you
In the last moments of my life
When the curl of your hair
Has lost its significance
The nature though has bestowed me
With beauty abundant
The wreck that I am
Your beauty
Is meaningless for me