Sadiqullah Khan - Ficus Tree

You stand there stately, meek and maimed
In a row and six in number
The green foliage on a rusted bark,
And still I have not seen you.
In my wild imagination I see some nests
And some birds coming to you.

You can afford thirst and live dry
You also are capable of being a national tree
To a country.
You are also known as weeping Benjamin
Why do you weep?
Once I am in your shadow I shall ask.

You are also a favorite of doves
White, grey, big, and small
In urban indoors you have made rooms.
May be you are the tree that I walk under
Every evening.

Are you Ficus or that other tree across?
But the gardener told me that he has planted
Ficus in front of my would be home.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
October 14,2012

Sadiqullah Khan

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