The demons on my head adamant
Thus escape oblivious from afar,
The sooths though my nights alter
Then with sound firmament return,
I who hath from the death's parleys
Into freedom found path, into myself -
Alone and therefore alone, with empty
Hand, like gold washed from palm,
Like silver moon in thirsty stream
Drown down, or stars broken on earth
Fall, hills fly, trees have wings, locusts
Crawl, birds swim and fish find
Themselves on ash cooked, and
Three dreams every night seen,
Orange afternoon and oxblood noons,
Boats in desert float and lovers good
Bye say. This is a new ulta-beginning.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
March 16,2017.
Sublime muse here. Great metaphoric inferences. Poetic style wow. Thumbs up. Pls do leave your thoughts comment on my latest poem too, titled, 'To stand tall and proud yet to humbly bow'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Sadiqullah. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.