**some Respite Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

It had not heightened the wits
War was the apotheosis of peace
Anger in social awakening too far
From where began the tide of ideas
World was a small place
In the millennium it was
On the door step every where
Unaware and of the ideas aware
What practice shall follow
When in theory no one knows
Distorted history and beliefs
Did everything exist as we know
Generations have lived it before
Friction has reached new levels
From slumber comes the call to wake
We are learning to adapt to war
Ahead of ideas in movement
Many others have lived it without
Any gain except the evolution
Instead of revolution changing old ways
Is it that war shall bring some respite
When immense sufferings are the spoils
5/6/2009