Times stammer on the fluency of tongues
They have acquired the power of clubs
On the wet skins under piercing rays
Heads are bound to feet lest they may
See stars and dream in early dawn
A horse is branded by the heat of iron
Iron is clenched on the souls innocent
Hands rise in prayers but the skies
Their color is changed where resides
To the divinity are chores in the universe big
For those whose universe in but in tears
Will these chests grow to the typhoons
The spirit now seeks repose in quiet
To face the loved ones is like before a jury

Islamabad
Aug 5,2010

Sadiqullah Khan

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