Sadiqullah Khan - *Shrine

The great poet the lover the mystic
Who wrote recipes for the broken hearts
Spake of the rubies jewels of Bagram
The curvaceous beauties from India
The one who brought divine word down
In his language of love in Pashto he wrote
The beginner of ghazal when he said that
He became King when he became humble
On soft tunes of rebab when the old dervish
Of his tavern his mausoleum of mud made
Sang his songs for the lovers in raptures
From the holy leaf the smoke around
The beloved sanctuary of thousands
Love stricken or in strife for the cruelty
The sufferings and prayers for the live
Though dead the saint poet still had
His mercy on the smaller beings
His mausoleum is blasted with bombs
Kill the spirituality the symbols the life
A statue of Buddha in Bamyan
Shrine of Rehman* or schools of valley
Has anyone erased the memory of a culture
A civilization became immortal in death
Socrates drank hemlock but Plato and Aristotle
Truth shall one day be on the lips of all
With bare chest when to the lances like Jesus
Immortalized in the lap of Mary or a cross
Nay to the spirit you have touched the hearts
The lock of my chain is like the flame of candle
Like a tongue it speaks like a pen it writes
My blood is the ink my heart is the page

*Rehman Baba: Great seventeenth century sufi poet of Pashto language.
(On terrorist bomb blasts in the shrine of Rehman Baba)
6/3/2009

Sadiqullah Khan

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