With unflinching desire to survive
I broke the vault of the moral,
The soft soothing words
Which were meant to either, satisfy his conscience,
Or pity me.
With an atomic force of the rebel,
With blood and the eyes not slept for years,
With thunders like Zeus.
I carry the plane of earth like a magician's round
device. While you amuse yourself.
While I shall encounter you with the strength,
Of the universe.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
May 17,2012.
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