There came <br />An insidious feeling <br />Like visiting the abandoned house <br />The winds for sounds of echoes <br />In the hollowness of eaten up life <br />There again by the stream <br />That has not been revisited <br />By any water <br />And the ducts <br />Have lost all the habitat of fish <br />Then moved up and down <br />Like breathe inside a living body <br />And without caging it in <br />It comes and goes <br />With the stopless beat of heart <br />Have you ever seen <br />The sun going down <br />In utter despair for what it has seen <br />During the day <br />In the cold afternoons <br />Need it be that I enter <br />And become so much a part of you <br />That beauty in any form loved and betrayed <br />I look for reasons to my self <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />20/2/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reasons-to-myself/
