Sibghatullah Khan Poems

As I sit reading in my room, I hear
the first Spring rain thumping the Earth.
Since I cannot concentrate, I rush
out on my roofed terrace and see
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If I make it,
I'll lose my innocence,
and for my blessed life embrace
that haughty, enlightened ignorance.
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They had sweated to excel,
and work their way uphill;
some had finally made it
and whatever they had to, paid it.
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Hello!
This is Pakistan speaking.
I just called to let you know
that I'm very sick these days,
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No one can call my name
like that
And fill my whole being
with love,
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What can I say, dear friend?
You frustrate me so much
each time when you hold out
a promise crying. You talk of Sisyphus
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If seven o'clock is present,
twelve is future;
both run into the sunset
to make it past.
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Love plays its miracles;
it can do all kinds of things:
When you are sick and sad,
it lifts you up from the blues and sings
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Death sounds like silence,
like the falling of Autumn leaves,
a sad, broken heart when it heaves,
like someone walking in a deserted street,
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