You are back on your footprints, faithful sun
The night’s dark well, harbor, a reflection
Mirror to the moon and stars, a black veil,
Having drunk the morning’s bowl
Folded unto are much a happening
Corners, edges, life’s blesses unending.
A sung sonnet, sages from the times ancient
A song’s lament, love’s strange habit,
Having found the truth, like in the bottom
Hope a day, yet full of fire, cold and warm
The rise, upon dry hills, from where you set
Opposite, do I watch, east and west
Mistful, speaketh a dove to the dry leaves
On wings, vast white clouds, shine your sky in blues.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
November 24,2013.
Photograph @ Griggs Dakota
Sadiqullah Khan
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