He flew over his chateau <br />He gazed into the cold silence <br />Of his palaces <br />He reclined <br />To the darkest corners <br />Of his mind <br />He wanted to earn some grace <br /> <br />He carries the portrait <br />Of his dead wife <br />He carries the plight of his people <br />He has yet <br />Much more to sell <br /> <br />The decades of slavery <br />Of abject poverty <br />Of human degradation <br />Shall but for how long be the fate <br />In this part of the earth <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />Aug 5,2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-his-dead-wife/
