**my Things Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Like the cynic’s lantern
In search of any good
I plucked the small needle
Of the butter flower
On my palm in saliva
To find out
My last treasures
Of the photograph
In that cap and the coat
With emblem of my first school
I had entered
The slanting date on its back
I can reproduce in my imaginations
I was eight at that time
The relics of my father
The youth
Has any one asked me to recollect
Is any one to help me with that
My things and belongings
Just a few of them
What robbers were they
In what nook and corner
How many times I wept
For my things I have lost
I wish I could count
Someone bring them back to me
I know they are just around
12/6/2009