Another Spell Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Prolonging spell
Making sickness like heart
Wrenching in aches of viscera
To retrieve myself from hollowness
In the soft underbelly of vicissitude
Vesicles strained when the chants
Spoken on something in waters
Not the fair one weaker
Carrying from the craft
With wide open eyes I stared
The energies were drawn
In vain my musical sense
Suddenly ended
From across the haunted house

In nightmare I held my bleeding wrist
Lost on the big planet I felt
Terrible pain in my chest
Only death I wished
To the prayers in soft breeze
Did not the great man on earth
The great beloved
Sought refuge from
The sooth Sayers
When the other fairy
Took me on her wings
In another spell
I have my forces of wit returning
In normalcy for brighter days
8/9/2009