Let New Tribulations Join The Old Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Fish eye, invent the ire, from nine to three
By the clock's pendulum, to and fro,
Bring fore the past, and past back
Implore the winds, against gravity fall.
‘Degenerate man! Thou woman's property! '
Unmoor the vessel, from the shore depart.
There is no end but seek with thou
To the generous winds, thus thy wings afloat.

Let new tribulations join the old,
Let old remain the book's deco'r,
Renew the cup, holy fill anew.
Of warmth of spirit, dids't not the dare
On the valleys set foot, on the rocks step o'ver.

The sculpted love, thy hands with clever craft,
And the fame shun, nuptial bed stole.
For she bites her hands on the back,
Such raw, short lived, but to a life long
Longer than that your death cannot end.

For living long is not living the breath,
Of virtues, loves and deeds, in the storyteller's
Half ringed circle, on the hot water serve,
Mixed with aromatic tea, the sage's sip.
Of long a snoring dream, but whence on oak
The fire of bygone days, and the old lady's hearth.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
June 11,2014.

Sien with Cigar Sitting on the Floor near Stove by Vincent van Gogh @ WikiArt