What a company, <br />and the mystical end. <br />Emily Dickinson was a 'masteress' <br />of such style of writing. The opening end - <br />stopped line <br /> followed by a gentle flow <br />of ideas, soothing and autumn like. <br />Reading this after 'maghreb'... <br />after a walk in the streets where old trees abound, <br />and beauty flourish from behind <br />the windows <br />and hopes flower, like the smoke <br />from the chimneys <br />and the graceful aging grandmothers <br />by the fireside <br />new-borns enjoying a lull. <br />We need not <br />a steed’s ride to go to <br />a walk across the mounds of earth <br />a roof to many an abodes <br />a mother to all births. <br /> <br />-On reading ‘Because I could not stop for death’ by Emily Dickinson. <br />Courtesy: Yasmeen Khan <br /> <br />Sadiqullah Khan <br />Peshawar <br />November 22,2013. <br /> <br />Grey dusk autumn evening by Tricia Mc Keller @ Etsy.com<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mastress/
