@ Hobbled Stones Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

@ Hobbled Stones



The hobbled stones, weary, rounded edgy
The prolonged birth pangs, of a woman.
Adamant are the egos trials to win,
The spoils are greater or greater the truth?
The bats, now hidden; now suckling blood.
The lambs were dragged at length, their throats,
Cut. Is mercy is to seek mercy, or stealing mandate.
The holy men in arms, snatched a right-what honor,
The brave women fought back, for their right.
They were sitting on the corner, in cold shadow,
He sits by the wall, awaiting midwife’s good news.

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-On Election 2013, in Wana, South Waziristan.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
May 18,2013.

A river valley in South Waziristan.
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