Sibghatullah Khan Poems
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The First Spring Rain
As I sit reading in my room, I hear
the first Spring rain thumping the Earth.
Since I cannot concentrate, I rush
out on my roofed terrace and see
multiple, muscular, liquid verticals
lustily fall on Earth that lies supine
with all its pores agape. Rain drops,
strong and uncouth, ruffle Earth's chest,
and worm into her crevices and hollows.
She swells up and swallows all that comes
from a thundering Sky. We'll soon watch Earth
loosen her large Pelvis for a Glorious Birth.
On Seeing Daffodils
My physician had suggested walk among the hills;
and it's there I think I saw some daffodils.
I saw them blossom in an early morning haze,
hidden from all untutored human gaze.
That bed of yellow flowers had me enthralled,
honestly for some time before I was galled.
I thought I had much more important things to do
attend to many things that were long overdue.
Else I had many significant things to say,