Sadiqullah Khan Poems

The white butterfly
Hiding in petals
In the garden
Of roses
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On the eighth of October and in the year 2005
And in the wee hours of the early morning
This is not the story of a dictatorship
A revolution that took over a civilian government
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With a wave of my hand
With the winds from the north
Along the shore on the dance in the black
From the sea like a fish caught to the fly
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Have you ever been to the water
By itself floating flat
Like the surface of a silver foil
And fountains gushing from their sweet mouths
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Like a kite on the string in the air
And skies above the earth defying
Upward pull but string back to earth
Stuck in trees flowers and green leaves
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I died
I saw
I came
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I
I died
I saw
I came
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On the lover's ground so befell
The autumn leaves from the tree
Gathered on lush grass round around
When the lonely girl from abound
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Hum se tark e ulfat jo us ne ki
Der tak us ke chehra udaas raha

Bewafyun ki ek unkhuli kitab
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The only time
The seconds click faster
Back
Is to see a wall clock
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