**my Sundays Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

And when I held together my bones
By the pull of a leather belt with buckle
A symbolic leaf of Adam still I felt
The nakedness in nature on my shoes

Long shadows of buildings on asphalt
Filled the grooves in earth with a wish
Bareness shall return once the civilization
Grows from this point onwards to openness

In the bakers room the mixed odors of yeast
Like breasts of the young girl in low cut
Olives with oregano familiarity of senses
The ease in movement was so jovial

Desperation in respectable white bearing
Nowhere to look as the sunset had left
A golden lining on the hills with beams
From behind the bushes of earth fertile

Freedom to me was another dimension
Why I feel others want me closer to them
Subjectivity of desire counting days of week
Like dates on chart I no more wait for my Sundays
29/5/2009