On My Blind Spot Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

There just
Purple flowers of climbers
My toddler play
Fresh air
Some intense déjà vu
Very briefly
I breathed I saw
On my blind spot
The white of the teeth
Tenderest smile
Sweetest afternoon
When the shadows were just down
Two hands
Besides my cradle
Wooden
Lullaby of the musical rhythm
Connecting me
To my mother
My nature
What hope was I
What happiness brought I
What am I
What shall be I
Seeing myself
On my blind spot
10/11/2009