My prostrations to your ignorance,
Apologies I do, and the don’ts that hang
To your chains. To your bound hands –
O prisoner!
On a certain day, breathe freedom,
Let others live,
From your stone eyes,
Let a tear fall, from your mouth
Let the bitter almonds go down the throat,
For you are used to sweet tooth.
Go, to where you belong
Preach peace,
O the other side of ignorance,
Like dark spreading,
And my tip-toed silence
My fearful light, meager and your edict.
O sold hand,
Of your borrowed anger,
And deep within, you know
What a caged human soul you harbor
What a coward, what an un-believer.
To your ignorance,
And I pity the existence, the life you live.
From one birth you pull your feet
And your monstrous head enters another.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
December 3,2014.
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