These Saturday Evenings Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

These trees are lined up
On the side of street lamps
The land is dry like drought eaten
For breathing all the air from the surface
Of earth
Water has been sucked
By the eucalyptuses

The sand bags on the newly washed bunker
There is a war zone on the other side too

The dim fluorescent light on the door
I climb to the love of your home
The ghosts in the street chase me
Some bigger locks are needed inside

I get dissolved to the walls
To the chairs and to windows
To sounds and silence

To the songs of birds early morning
To the rays of sun
To the brass and silver utensils
To your sweet hospitality

Before the dawn of departure
I break into pieces the whole night

Islamabad
15/4/2010