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.
I Am The Old Man
With three scores and ten to my name,
and that I can remember a lot,
I am the Old Man. I eat less besides,
And sleep the first quarter of every single night.
Everything they do is wrong in my sight,
I have a stomach for advising, and lest
anything should go wrong, I keep revising.
All for aging, I celebrate caution