Three Cab Drivers Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

1
He was thin
Sharp eyes
He did not speak
All along
A two bladed sword
Hanging to his mirror
Dangerously close
To my eyes
I told him
He did not hear
Did not care to respond

2
He was filling a cigarette
With some black stuff
Drove me safely
Smoking
Spoke of the other world
Where all men would get
Equal
And said
Lawmakers are given
Two hundred thousand rupees
Every day
For their job
And said
Two women ran away
With out giving his money


3
Abusive language
He said
He had been strangulated
Once
And had been shot
Twice
On his right shoulder
And police men are his friends
He had no change
And when we stopped by the gas station
Some one greeted me
He knew me
He asked me to catch a rickshaw
I told him to take me further away
I did not want to meet them
Again



Islamabad
8/3/2010