Bark bark dogs, in spiteful night <br />From black sleep, from one dream to another. <br />The spaces, in time, days, eventful, otherwise <br />A reflection thither, reality in shadow shadow: <br />Spent a lifetime, a monster writing <br />Emptied ink, still not sure, measuring waste <br />Events, on papers, pass, the most urgent <br />With exception, shall be also washed from memory. <br />The dead, crawl, chasing shadows <br />From nowhere appeared, in the dark <br />‘It’s been too long, since we are dead’ <br />Fall fall, the world of living… <br />My impotent pen, thou hast earned, <br />The delusion of filling, blank volumes of white. <br /> <br />Sadiqullah Khan <br />Islamabad <br />December 2,2013. <br /> <br />Chasing Shadows by Santo Mofokeng @ artnet.com<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chasing-shadows-3/
