The Nature’s Proclivities Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Eaten up, in paper wrapped, conquered
Taken for a friend, offended, thrown.
The nature’s proclivities, impersonal, indifferent
Does it know, you pray, does it ask
Your appreciation. Does it make any difference?
A hundred deities, or just one,
A none either. You wake from sleep, then sleep again
You go to hell, or own paradise. It means nothing
-et al. Ask forgiveness, why and for whom, from whom.
The divine presence -who preached, where are they:
Buried in earth for one thousand years.
Non have flown to heavens, non will land back.
A poet’s verse is a song, a one act play,
While you wait, to board. Behold the happy smile, heart
For one, you were ‘champagne’ and for another,
‘A ducked up arrogance’, such is your plight, in one breathe.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 13,2013.