Waiting For Sunrise Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

While it was ablaze, while the Sinai
While what had been seen
And then what to describe
And while the beauty was a flicker
Of a moment.

While words were not enough.

The long wait had been weaving songs
And prayers had been sent
To their unknown destinations, to be
Heard.

Did it required a nod, holding of hand,
The showers heavily poured on me,
Of blessings.

I was neither a King nor alms-seeker.
I was both, the created and the creator.
I thus withered as the scent of a flower.
I was thus a flame of the burning fire.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
June 16,2012.