Another Thought Liii Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I rushed through the last pages of Nelson Mandela
‘Coversations with Myself', and the only thing in one word,
I learned is ‘humility'. There are enormous stories of twenty eight
Years of prison, and the subsequent freedom. A tale of humanity,
A saint who says though he is not but nevertheless,
One should keep trying, trying to liberate everyone.

I am transferred to Gilgit
Late in the night I received a call.
Action is of more vital significance than reaction.
For long long hours I will be away from loved ones -
‘merey dil merey musafir huwa phir se hukm sadir,
ke watan badr hain hum tum, dein gali gali sadaien
karein rukh nagar nagar ka
ke suragh koi pain kisi yar-e nama bar ka'
hamain ye bhi tha ghaneemat jo koi shumar hota
hamain kia bura tha marna ager ek bar hota'
I cannot translate it but try to understand.

I readily found a book by a Scottish poetess
Kathleen Jamie, ‘Among Muslims', about ‘Northern Areas',
Of Gilgit, where I shall be shortly going,
With a Nikon DSLR, lots of books, sightseeing and ‘weathering'.
Happy omens.
Follow me with my poems from there.

P.S: I have not watched Television for two days and my sanity is returning.
I wish if I can do this with Facebook.

Sadiqullah Kkhan
Islamabad
September 25,2014.