Sadiqullah Khan
Sadiqullah Khan Poems
A thousand flowers sprout in the bosom
The dreams of the years gone now subdued
In the wake of reality that descends
Like waves after waves on the shore
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The great Unitarian
With names disgusting
Abhorred the command supreme
Unto his way till the end
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The day when you were standing in front of me
And when I just because of sheer excitement
Of being close to you and having faced you
When suddenly I felt that some spirit has possessed me
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Until I have broken the form
Until madness has not prevailed
Until I am not drunk dead
Until my mind speaks the sense
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Alone in this loneliness
Loved ones memories
Like possessions valuable
Out from the closets
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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
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Hast thou seen my love many times
The morning dew or the dusk in the eve
For the lovers’ caravan to the tavern goes
Neither mosque nor temple
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Her hands were holding the moon in firm grip
Like dreams she might not she knew one day
In dark of the night she will seek all life
Like God I peeped into the kitten's play
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Ah the addiction of love
Like chocolate in despair
A fairy tale to the young
Like a cup of coffee made
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The beloved’s street I avoided
In repentance of the sin in puritan desires
I held to the world my hands for alms
For songs for the beloveds of Solomon
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The small girl was sold like a slave
The middle man cuddling her with a candy
The fat house wife suffered blues
From the riches in her neighbors
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My hands heal
My hands grow
I shall rise too
This murder will cause you
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Butterflies in pairs
Racing for highest flights
Birds on the stems now in trees
Music of silence some sweet songs
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The city of dreams
In conspiracy with nature
Too long indulgence
When it lay bare
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The transcendental value
Put upon the word crazed
Otherwise the word insane
Her sounds not commonly intelligible
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Guilt is not to be doubted Franz Kafka wrote
The human has been tied to the guilt of not having done
What said the God or his prophets what the society ordained
What the preachers say the first man was killed
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Sadiqullah Khan Biography
Born in Wana, South Waziristan Agency, in the north west of Pakistan, belonging to Ahmed Zai Wazir tribe, a medical doctor by qualification, now in civil service, I loved poetry when I was in school. In later years I studied some Urdu and Pashto poets. The passion remained with me for quite a long time.I had been wrting poems but I have not published any. Universal Freedom and Love are my cherished values.I am incorrigible romantic, and love music. My influences are Jalaluddin Rumi, Hafiz sherazi, Umar Khayyam, Asadullah Khan Ghalib and Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Frederick Von Schiller and Shakespeare are my favourite western poets/authors. I like the poetry of Pablo Neruda. I am here to learn and off course express. I find Poem Hunter very useful for the budding poets and for those whose voices would never reach beyond themselves.)
The Best Poem Of Sadiqullah Khan
A Woman Speaks
A thousand flowers sprout in the bosom
The dreams of the years gone now subdued
In the wake of reality that descends
Like waves after waves on the shore
Many colors and hues now dried
The color of the rainbow appearing dull
Which once was a fairy tale
To change the gender it was once said
Cross over the rainbow
The desire was not a deal as bad
Only raised and not loved in the world
So dominant by the other gender
The uncertainty of future with its dragon teeth
Love’s mast is the only way to sail
Through the murky waters
Having loved then for years and years
The lover, the husband, brother and son
Still in search of recognition of my love
In the man’s hand is my piece of bread
In the world of natural selection
When survival of the fittest is the rule
Braved have I the way for a living in harmony
Carry not I the gun nor do I have a doctrine
Who shall then fight for my freedom forbidden
Love is the last hope as the trees and vegetables
Only that I shed tears and sighs of the brutality
The civilization has dawned on me my destruction
Greater is the temptation for when I am hungry
Sell my body or what do I give in legacy
To the younger little girls who look at me
For inspiration when love stands abandoned
Rise women of the world for let’s change the destiny
Of our lives and future and not to be consumed
By hollow words of love without any meaning
18/9/2008
Sadiqullah Khan Comments
Sadiq, just before I have read ur poem about dabkot karaze, nd I like it so much that I can't express it in my words, I'm also from dabkot wana. Thanks alot
S ensual A mourous D ivine I telligent Q uibbler U nabashed L ovable L iberal A dmirable H onest K nowledgable H earty A rduous N oble Sadiq this is what I think of you May God Bless You always and may your fame waft around like the musky fragrance that I talk about in my poems Anjali 03-02-2009
Sadiqullah Khan Quotes
The poem is about comprehension of beauty. While looking for an apt image, I came across this and learned about Wabi-sabi. I am a Wabi-sabist partially. Actually I had seen an image of an empty worn out wooden chair on Gabriel Garcia Marquez's celebrated novel One hundred years of solitude, although the theme was isolation and endless waiting there, I like that. I am fascinated by still lonely images in exotic interior spaces.
Sometimes I feel that the historic references and the images I upload (later on when I have written my poems) undermine them.
There is no joy, I repeat no joy, than being able to write or create with grace and style. Nothing else fascinates than the grandeur of beautiful conversation and writing.
I suffer from both in reality. The second one is a constant companion. Unless you have both you cant be an artist.
The oppressed become aware of themselves when it becomes a threat to their carnal bodies and physical pain assails them. Otherwise they wait for God. Sadiqullah Khan Gilgit June 19,2015.
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12/25/2025 3:39:32 AM # 1.0.0
nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation