Unless you are
The fire and I smoke
Unless the reed
And the harp
Unless the sunset
Unless I pick the salt
From high tide
On your coast
Unless from my hands the dust
Unless the moon that shines on you
I raise my hands to and unless
They take me in chains
Islamabad
24/5/2010
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unless-8/
