Under The Foot Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Burst open in joy under the foot of beauty,
Let roll down the imagination’s lane
And be another self, apart, distinct-
This earth shall eat you up like vitals
Given into the age’s adamant demeanic dimension.
That other love might have been
In another arm whispering the same cold word
Or have gone down the ruthless ravine
Of dark edges and high walls of stone.
We cherish the hours of having seen each other,
Or talked the conversation in the style
Of statues gazing one another, since three
And a half thousand years. But your beauty
Has the aromatic fragrance of earth
Gone damp from heavy rain, like a bread-house,
Sharing the dough’s mix with water.
You cannot make walls unless you water,
The softened white earth into adobe,
And so is my sad heart beating for you,
For a longing that we shall never make it
Like walking tree or a flower lone in garden.
I have an immense desire to listen
To you tonight, and then dreaming till dawn.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
March 9,2015.