On the black screen
The monocles
Prismatic uninoculars
The sweat on the cheek
From breathing heat
Exhaled in anger
And joy
Then with closed eyes
For what is seen
The theater of life
When evening would fall
For the next day
Freedom is seeing through
The monocles on the black screen

Islamabad
18/5/2010

Sadiqullah Khan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-screen/