Wolves Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Wake up saint of the night's vigil,
Even the old sage roared like lion,
On the tendering of the fair-

Though the wolves have taken over,
Or stray dogs rule, you may still
By some grace stand restored, intact.

And they are there to eat up vitals,
Raw, and stones, and walls
And all that shall come their way.

That none of this is your doing,
None other's really. No dream
Let the curtains hang down from skies.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
July 6,2014.

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