On the day when to wedding <br />I ended with funeral <br />Death and life opposed <br />Extremes of sorrow <br />The young boys with white complexion <br />Extreme of celebration dancing on music <br />In black <br />Both wedding and sorrow <br />The beginning and the end <br />Juxtaposed emotions <br /> <br />The solitary reaper <br />Was cutting grass on the road side <br />From autumn <br />For heat <br />And to sell to satiate her poverty <br />With her sickle scratching the back <br />Of mother earth <br /> <br />The terrified passengers <br />Waiting in line <br />On the way to their workplace <br />Doubting each other <br />Seeing faces to know <br />Who was the angle of death <br /> <br />Sleeping long <br />For want of life <br />The strings of music frozen <br />Some unfulfilled desires <br />Of seeing the world <br />At least once before the curtain <br />Is drawn <br /> <br />Of holding the holy waters <br />On the wall <br />Eroded with age <br />To the steaming car of the gentleman <br />Cooling it down <br /> <br />Some half finished books <br />Some begun anew <br />Life is making me <br />Irrelevant with every passing moment <br />25/11/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/narrating-few-events/
