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