Much he said in philosophy
Far and wide in knowledge
From west the cup deep
Drank from the east
From masters of his age
And antiquity he wrote
Verses and prose of worth
From aesthetics the turn
To the philosophy in perfection
When reflected on the reason
Intuition profound into religion
Few books in verse merit
Many as the doctrinaire
Chairs all over the world
“Like a nightingale
He spoke his heart”
Though in the cocoon
When cold winds opposite
To the exclusion from inclusion
To the divide than assimilation
To the sword than the dove
Prisoner of self than freedom
Power to wield to further
What he thought was a thought
In dialectics for the antithetical
See the sunrise from the east
Also the sunset in the west
What east and what west
Humans are all
Who knows who is right
Who is right who is wrong
23/4/2009
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prisoner-of-self/
