In Times Of Storms Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Breathe your winds, on my broken sail,
In times of storms, bring splendid peace,
The thick and thin, in the life's dark street
Mantle heavenly, if ever, lit my path.
From the tired way, beaten times,
I am freed, like a bird fly, from the cage.
O ascete, enough of your wisdom-talk,
You ain't wise, nor am I sober.
Look the distance is reduced on my fingers,
Doth that I be a wayfarer?
Like the light-house to the billowed ship
Lost and the furious waves of fortune,
Below hit the echoing rock, demons' abode.
I see through times, through space penetrate
Yet of age I abhor, yet the urn to the fill
With eye of the eagle, when the wings I take.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
June 5,2014.

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