Seeing Eyes Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

If I be the insane, leading children,
In the street, a Majnun, whom they pelt!
There is a secret communion, mad-men
Make, only children understand, or the birds'
Tongue, who speak, or the elegance of the night sky.
Cloaked hermit, in your wild hair is hidden,
Eternity's choked airs, stormed into existence.
If I be the sheikh, who played with children,
The one riding a wood horse, or seated on the back,
Of the circus-donkey. If the robed sire-
Had not sighted, and if the ego was not a mountain,
Heavier as gold, and vain like a peacock feather.
If the longing had been to and fro,
And form had the form of nothingness,
Dissolved into the child's play, making sand-homes.
My kingdom has no enemies, no boundaries,
A disappearance is flight on the star,
And I bring back the moon, lift up the sun.
I knew many stories, and no one ask,
For the back kick of my wood horse and my army
Of children, coterie of angles and seeing eyes.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
January 14,2015.