The Rain The rain fills my heart Blue water flows in my veins, The window is open Fresh breeze, damp ‘It showers on you, it does not rain’ Beauty, and the hellish desires You have taken on what? Mystic toys are rolling on, I emptied the dust bin Through mud, in drenched shirt Filling my shoes with water My socks wet. I am connecting to earth, Washing myself down Naked, naked inside While, in some distant past, ‘It played on the music Drop by drop’ Drop by drop Rolling in front of me In colors of rainbow, raindrops Thunderless, without bolts, Terrorless lighting. Slips of the tongue, intentful Is another dialogue. Rain, you only rain on all Sans a degree, sans a class of bungalows, On all trees, weeds, grass and roofs On the roofless, homeless alike. And those waiting endlessly Their heads bent for the scaffold to fall Those victims of truth, Those charged with lies Whose blood is henna on the murderer’s cuff Who are innocent. On whose corpses they stand Whose sweat water the dried streams, Whose hands seldom rise in prayer For they have forgotten the rite, Who are beaten Insulted ridiculed, Who beg for their life, And have no god to serve And die a dreamless life. Sadiqullah Khan Islamabad September 5, 2014. HD Rain background wallpaper @ HQwallpapersplus
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 08:46:12 +0000
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