These trees are lined up <br />On the side of street lamps <br />The land is dry like drought eaten <br />For breathing all the air from the surface <br />Of earth <br />Water has been sucked <br />By the eucalyptuses <br /> <br />The sand bags on the newly washed bunker <br />There is a war zone on the other side too <br /> <br />The dim fluorescent light on the door <br />I climb to the love of your home <br />The ghosts in the street chase me <br />Some bigger locks are needed inside <br /> <br />I get dissolved to the walls <br />To the chairs and to windows <br />To sounds and silence <br /> <br />To the songs of birds early morning <br />To the rays of sun <br />To the brass and silver utensils <br />To your sweet hospitality <br /> <br />Before the dawn of departure <br />I break into pieces the whole night <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />15/4/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-saturday-evenings/
