Tomorrow Tomorrow I shall visit the cavernous darkness To which the rope of my fate is tied, Where I have only grown roots Of nourishment, a lotus’s desire to be rootless Though I have sprung few flowers and leaf On dried stem of a long lasting autumn. I shall hold flowers, to the sunken ship On a shore sharpened by waves, Like the sharp edge of a butcher’s knife. I shall plead the rays of sun concentrate Through the grasses on the dancing ground, And the time’s ravenous tides, which your Ink-less pen shall decide on a drenched piece Of paper. I shall carry in my neck a tablet Of my deeds, unless it goes in hiding on thickness Of my sole. For smiles with red cheeks is dearness You abhor with all might. For justice is left to another Dry day, on a revolving calendar year by year. Sadiqullah Khan Islamabad July 21, 2014. A sculpture wall by Sarah Jackson from This is Tomorrow exhibition, London, 1956, plaster sculpture wall @ Wikipedia
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 08:39:14 +0000