It Rang Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

It Rang



It rang, it horrified.
Breaking into the silence of words,
Of singing music.
It, then smashed the skull.
The long awaited gush,
Of warm blood.
Giving up memory,
It did write what was remaining;
On the closed eyes,
And on an extremely serene face.
Pick those stones up.
The soul is not dead yet.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
October 22,2012

Dedicated to Malala Yousafzai


I thank all the sensitive hearts who have appreciated my endeavor to give some expression of what might have happened to the great soul at the time of assault, then her contribution, and having been able to write'what was remaining' [of her ideals] on closed eyes and serene face, a reference drawn from a Buddha statue carved in a hill in Swat valley. The last two lines show the resolve and strength of the soul. [You hit me with the stones and my soul is not dead]. It is a challenge, the eternal war of good and evil.

Friday, December 14, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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