The Silk Carpet Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

A silk carpet
From the kum
Of the craft ancient
Red in color
Boundaries blue
Flowers all around
With tendrils connecting
Thousands knots
The beauty was created
In innumerable ways
It spake to me
A new story every night
And one day
I hung it on the wall
Asymmetry
She told me it was nature
I took the carpet
To a carpenters shop
In gold frame
I asked the carpenter
When I got it back
The carpet in frame
Stretched from side to side
She screamed to me
Begged for freedom
Freedom I want
Not the golden cage
In frenzied emotion
I broke the frame
The golden frame on one side
Some patches of paste
I took her to washer
The patches removed
Back to the wall

She started to dance
Once again
Her freedom back
She had won