On the black screen <br />The monocles <br />Prismatic uninoculars <br />The sweat on the cheek <br />From breathing heat <br />Exhaled in anger <br />And joy <br />Then with closed eyes <br />For what is seen <br />The theater of life <br />When evening would fall <br />For the next day <br />Freedom is seeing through <br />The monocles on the black screen <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />18/5/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-screen/
