Water And Flame Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The moon had cast
High red flames on the peaks
Some bushes were drowning in water
The night's heat had been like in drought
As it would lick the air
That touched the skin

These big drops of water from a cloud
A resident was walking in rain
He had photographed trees and flowers
In the city
He was asked to for his artistic vision

I found that youth
Very dear to me
In quick succession
On dinner when I had taken cold milk
Then on sleep
In rain
And the way back
My memory is not catching anything

I am becoming one with water and flame

Islamabad
28/5/20101