A Hyperbole Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

A Hyperbole



Psychedelic, the tree barks
On yellow and green tiny lights
Thrown from above.

Leaves’ tongues,
Catching the stems, hanging
From the sky’s red horizons.

A sunset at Thames,
Her nakedness was like words
Flowing paperless, and as un-usual.

Keat’s melancholy, neither Orwell’s quote
Down the conveyor, on a belt
Would these thoughts, be recycled?

Deceiving ourselves
The folds of fancy has to cross over
Things, as barriers, in the mind.

From the expansion
How to recoil
Has traveled, far, how to be back.

Cuckoos’ eggs
In the crows’ nest
The happenings’ dilemma.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
November 15,2013.

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