Escape Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Escape pedant, the tyrannical word
Simple is beautiful, scholist's expose,
Throwing ice on warm water:
That the ice melts well in own waters.

Floating it draws upon the element
That ye long, in a distant gaze, across horiz'
The ship's wreck is thrown back on the shore,
Dead return to the dry-land, aboard a fish.

It closes, quick is the world's a-live,
Where from we came and where destined?
The lesser the roots, easier the fall
Winds harsh, and earth refuse, if deeper stuck.

No ones took, loads of riches -
A good name? And some little memories
Thus when in your feet there is breathe,
Walk away empty handed, habits the wise.

The closer it comes, the eager day,
The saddest moment, or a happier recourse.
O prophets, ye did tell all, but ye
Could not tell, that indicts sundry and all.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 11,2014.