Can I get there <br />Under that tree <br />With small leaves <br />And a small stream of water <br />Fresh cold water <br />Water coming from the river <br />Into this land <br /> <br />Can I get there <br />Under that tree <br />Where some birds have made their nests <br />Where ants and some other <br />Centipedes live <br />Where the dusty afternoon <br />And from the sunshine <br />And will protect me <br />And the chirping birds <br />Who take shelter there <br />And thirsty <br />To get water from the stream <br /> <br />I want to sit <br />Under that tree <br />To watch the roundness <br />Of earth <br />And the depth of sky <br />I want to learn no more <br />About the universe <br />And about every thing inside the universe <br /> <br />I want to sit under that tree <br />For some skimmed milk <br />Of the mother cow <br />I want to see the dog <br />Sleeping close to me <br />And I want to sleep like him <br /> <br />I want every thing still <br />A distant sound of the mill <br />The men and women in harmony <br />And the children playing <br />Talk of beauty <br />The days gone by <br />The serenity <br />With scanty shadows <br />And <br />Smile to others and laugh at myself<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-i-get-there/
