Path Of Love Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In reprisals after the gathering
In long days and painful nights
In heated talk and a fight for a cause
Lost long ago when the youth in idealism
Searched the souls of the things living
But dead like centuries before
In fiery debates when the mock living
To reinvent things which no one holds dear

Why am I doing and when my ideas
After removing the dust of decades
Still I held dear and talk one last time
The spark of the years gone by in waste
In my ultimate discovery I entered in a world
When all the ideals have given way
To certain symbols of achievements
In hard reality and without the fluidity
The self breaking into small pieces
The smallness of the men in display
I discovered that I need to change

In the circumstances given as the tune
Of the years yester no one listens
I loved the way when in the rituals
And being mended by the men of some stature
Good were they when I at last discovered
Great molding into myself for I came
In the knowledge that there are men better than me
My way could hardly find any room
But after the refinement and still in the bosom
Fear of God I knew and in humbleness
I am free at last out of the ordeals

Thou live in mundane and mundane thy love
One more beginning for yet to begin
Far away are thou from the path
The path of love thou have yet to search
25/12/2008