Like the cynic’s lantern <br />In search of any good <br />I plucked the small needle <br />Of the butter flower <br />On my palm in saliva <br />To find out <br />My last treasures <br />Of the photograph <br />In that cap and the coat <br />With emblem of my first school <br />I had entered <br />The slanting date on its back <br />I can reproduce in my imaginations <br />I was eight at that time <br />The relics of my father <br />The youth <br />Has any one asked me to recollect <br />Is any one to help me with that <br />My things and belongings <br />Just a few of them <br />What robbers were they <br />In what nook and corner <br />How many times I wept <br />For my things I have lost <br />I wish I could count <br />Someone bring them back to me <br />I know they are just around <br />12/6/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-things-2/
