Sadiqullah Khan


Some Happening - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Of the blue moon, crescent like,
An arrow head, hanging over me.
The landscaped night was once,
A waterfall of desire on a clenched soul.
The sun rays were cutting through,
The stones; this time, none is master,
None a disciple either, none in love.
The black clad women, a wish though,
None to judge, and nothing of fortune.
The coming was not unlike going.
No other thought either to think.
Nothing has gone ripened like fruit.
The dry faces, and wet eyes,
All look askance for some happening.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 13,2013.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 20, 2014


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