Sadiqullah Khan - Unless

Unless you are
The fire and I smoke
Unless the reed
And the harp
Unless the sunset
Unless I pick the salt
From high tide
On your coast
Unless from my hands the dust
Unless the moon that shines on you
I raise my hands to and unless
They take me in chains

Islamabad
24/5/2010

Sadiqullah Khan

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