At last long
Some voices have found
Their way to be heard
From the temple and the mosque
Euphonies
From me and you
To we
Reading eyes to get to know
Narrowing pupils will tell soon
Who belongs to whom
Open the closet
In some cold corners
I have some tears wiped
On silk
Some tongues have been loosened
The angels of love
Whom they said were witches
The wedge is loosing its force
As the tree is standing up
On own soil
We have the memories of the past
We will in the present wait
We know this tree grows beautiful flowers
Islamabad
9/3/2010
Sadiqullah Khan
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