You Visit Me Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

You visit me like the bird flying in the air,
Like Tarafa would write his poem in love of camel,
Like a horse would carry her tail, while in trot,
And like a cow when she is being milked.
And like the dust that would follow the footsteps,
And olives when they are green and so fresh, and
Like grapes hanging down from the tendrils
Like a bee would carry honey in its mouth.
You are like the star that is fired as if from heaven,
Like so many dreams and so much difficult to
Differentiate. Like intuitive bliss and dreams
Made to come true. And so sure that the death
Of body and soul is eminent and as sure as the time
Is passing. Leading to extinction. You visit me
And not unlike the hottest breeze of June when
I was travelling to see your eyes. I wished such shine
For you. And like my whole body and every bit of myself,
As if disintegrated. You visit me like the archangel,
Carrying the word of might. O! Departed evening,
You carry away such events from my possession.
You visit me like in a cave, half room with its emptiness,
As if eating mangoes. Not like the pretty girl and not like
Many dreams I have forgotten. And some unknown friends
Bare chested. You visit me as if the sands are emitting water
For drinking. Like to make the ends of justice meet,
The judge rises to announce a decision, and like a fast
Going car and like the sadness that prevailed when
In the street next to us and in the front a boy and a girl,
Were shot accidentally. When I heard a song and when I
Drank a glass of water and turned on the tap. You visit me,
Like I break walnut and like I find my shoes in the dark
Like my computer is without virus and like, as if I am
Utilizing all memory in the card. You visit me like the closing
Tune of my mobile phone or when someone decides not
To honk. You visit me like my favorite perfume, when
It is not finished.

Sadiqullah Khan
Torkham
June12,2011