**thou Brutus Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I had my heart opened to you
You had the elixir of life in pouch
You had the color of the bridal season
You were holding the red of roses
You were carrying the candle
In white on my wounds
You wiped my tears
You spoke my miseries
You talked my language to the world
I wore your colors
I had once
Seen the great man sitting
And walking for the sake of god

Thou Brutus
With your foot on my neck
A dagger in my chest
My bleeding body
My ruined home
My honor
My dignity

Thou Brutus
I see my blood on thy hands
25/7/2009