Saad Ahmed Shaikh Poems

A churning river against a rock,
Too immense to move with the flow,
Too insignificant to battle time;
What else remains for it
...

You see shapes, silhouettes, sagas;
I see a dying art.
As my fingers weave chronicles on the curtain,
Your appreciative nods hearten me--
...

Endless cooing
To endless rambling
Two cuckoos, young and old
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As your memory rushes in,
A teardrop falls free
Upon my lips.
It tastes of the sea
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Hands crawl,
Feet pace:
Time's still.
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