I shall raise
The cup of wine
A toast to life
My last breath
Nothing but anguish
Whence my entry
Was not my choice
So shall be my exit
My soul would fly
I shall be eternal
As love
As beauty

Take me my wings
To unknown distance
Socrates did scorn Creto
For the unwise question
That what ceremonies would
The master like
Once the hemlock did take effect
In the blood

Nothing I shall do
Nether can I
But depart in peace

Islamabad
Dec 22,2010

Sadiqullah Khan

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