He was telling me every thing
Discipline is the core
The sun look rises every day
And the oceans
There is a method
Is this all instinctive
Or divine intelligence
That sometimes intervenes
Have you seen the madness
And let things happen disorderly
Do not get so organized
I will take my breakfast at night
And Like David
Take my fast to the next day
The shepherdess that was looking
At the infinity
In the afternoon sky
I have broken into intelligence
Performing
And in action too
From mere observation
The mystic's dilemma is that he cannot act
The intelligence in action
I am increasing the distance
In natural selection
From my immediate ancestors
And from birds too
And from fellow human beings too
Many more are ahead of me
We still look for
Unidentified Flying Objects
Flying saucers
To know
Whether there are more intelligent species than us

Islamabad
2/3/2010

Sadiqullah Khan

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