Sadiqullah Khan


Now Tell Me My Gain - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

He brought alms;
My earthen pot had a Venus's image.
My grandmother to the stone mill of hand
Poured much and as much poured to her hens.
I, for my self pity, hung a rope on my door.
They would come for alms, and now they return.
My upper hand has become my lower hand.
Now tell me my gain.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 8,2013.


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  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/13/2013 5:34:00 AM)

    A looser or what let me know sir (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 7, 2014


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