Like the cynic’s lantern br In search of any good br I plucked the small needle br Of the butter flower br On my palm in saliva br To find out br My last treasures br Of the photograph br In that cap and the coat br With emblem of my first school br I had entered br The slanting date on its back br I can reproduce in my imaginations br I was eight at that time br The relics of my father br The youth br Has any one asked me to recollect br Is any one to help me with that br My things and belongings br Just a few of them br What robbers were they br In what nook and corner br How many times I wept br For my things I have lost br I wish I could count br Someone bring them back to me br I know they are just around br 1262009br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br