Weep By The ‘lion's Mouth' Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Weep weep, by the tiny beginnings
Moss eaten spring sparsely a baby's pee
Holy mountain fairies, sand washed stones
Empires of deities, small recounts hardly.
From the first embrace of alluvial tops
Think how it found ravenous planes.
Brace the emptiness, like no one
Remembers breathing in mother's womb.
The clouds are many, sky in dimensions
Six or more. O you fought, who hunted ibex.
Hold the sword, in both hands, as it sucks
Down the course to the dungeons past.
More than a sacred chant by the bank
Every ruby, every topaz and lapis.
Of all but your tired feet
Washed down by a spirited pour.
From the clouds return, from the peaks descend
To merriment, amidst ruins, not unlike in cities of dead.

-To Alice Albinia author of Empires of the Indus

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
May 1,2014.

Alice Albinia Photo by Bhagya Prakash K. @ The Hindu