From The Treasure Trove Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

And when on love’s insistence
I to the treasure trove descended
And when centuries had passed
I held breathe on a dagger’s tip
Or demon’s chants, awakened
Nightmares. Holding a thread
From one end, unending like
A long night, like her hair, dark
And her eyes like a mirror.
I laid hands on the treasure
Unseen, ever unspoken of
Like brewed wine in old casks
Like words held back and never said.
Be insane to get it, and leave reason on
The door. Said the unknown guide.
My sanity prevailed, alas!
Nothing I found but dust in my hands.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 9,2013.

Dust in hands @ Metta Refuge