SADIQULLAH KHAN is well versed, he is ardent chronicler of global events through short verse. I say he is a poetry encyclopedia. He reacts to anything and responds to everything through metaphor, verse, imagery, epitaph, ballad or epic. KHAN’s pen is filled with the ink of knowledge. He articulates global events with that sharpness of a storyteller .He is global griot of class. A messenger of the people. A people’s poet. He exposes political Satanism, warlordism, economic rot, social evils and the pain of masses in more gentle and brave approach. DR SADIQULLAH KHAN is hunter of truth, a protest poet and Peace Activist from Pakistan.


What gamble, – your own enemy,
Drucker’s educated person
Victim, – and is eaten
For a breakfast by the culture
Ossified till nostril, – like tied
Vesicular weights between thighs.
Or the absolutes engulf
Gunned down quickly, with fables
Killed, – he or she, who is worse
The educated person is own
Enemy, – things are rooted too deep
Than we estimate, or anticipate –
We are contradictions
Things are rooted too deep.
Sadiqullah Khan
December 14, 2018.

It turns out to be wet –
Weather wet and rainy
While boxed fire like eluded
By truth, or neanderthal
Who discovered, or invented fire
That was the first consciousness
To have stolen it from gods
Later it was society
Surrounding the fire, an element
And worshiped unextinguished
Yet fire is equally hell –
To burn each other with
Or warmth, – without it –
You are grounded cold and wet
Be it rain or desires drained out.
Sadiqullah Khan
December 13, 2018.
Photo: Islamabad, 2018


Fidel, – you did fight them well –
There is little Fidel in all us,
Against tyrrany, usuruption unlimited
Justice, and you win souls
Hearts and minds, – that you leave behind
Breaking through the intellectual
Barriers, – you did fasten them
Head and foot, – the likes of crown princes
And the likes of midieval savages
The likes of oil-soaked dirt-ridden
The likes of abetters bought –
The Sams and uncles and young cheats
A yankee materialism and robed deceit –
– you were a different kind of dictator
– he is a kind of dictator carrying bone-saw
And star-spangled banner is red with blood.
Sadiqullah Khan
November 27, 2018.
Fidel Castro @ The Economist

This poor chief – the native
The Indian – red, – it is said prototype
Asian, who crossed Bering strait
In leather shoes, while living on hunt –
How he perished? Don’t we know?
He didn’t invent the wheel, it is said,
The rest, – half taken by booze
Another half by disease, they didn’t
Have immunity for, – a lot more on gun
Some forced to, – they lost –
The inevitable march of history,
Some of their adages and saying
A certain sitting bull, this and that chief
That is an end of culture
Unviable and unsustainable –
All chiefs and kings cling to ropes
Breaking and severing, giving way
To a collective will, – to civilization itself.
Sadiqullah Khan
November 19, 2018.


‘There are few hours in life more agreeable than the ceremony known as afternoon tea.’
Henry James
Provided the tea is separate
From the finest leaf curled manifold
Plucked by the rust of henna smear
A finger smelling green and red
Of late roated bean in cappuccino
Replaces the awakened mytic till late
Or your winged imagination recluse –
Or symbol of hidden subversion,
But tea is English idyll of decadent
Late in afternoon in cluttered patio –
Of all that is said around the table –
The ceremony of tea in Japanese Zen
Seated as though the heavens fall
Or done in milk, – an addiction deep –
But of all that ye are surrounded by
Smoothens flow of vibe and thought
Conversation without is as spill dry –
Like think lonesome with coffee
Green tea flavoured or cahve little
Chew candy or raw sugar-cake with
Rather potted with tea-cozy I may
Butter-nut and with soft hazel pastry –
Kenyan or from Colombian farm,
Himalyan dew or rich soil of Africa
The Chinese invention that brought
American revolution Boston tea-party
Headed the spice trade and heights
That Marx wrote on a cup of tea –
Or the lady’s portrait enlivened pink
Bone-china how she holds in thumb
Or sips the gentleman of sobre culture
His szucer in palm while courting her –
Layman’s greeting and grit of labour
Exchange in pleasantry whatever may –
Mild roziness tea-rose is fine scent
It fades on edge like rust mirror corner
And the last little sip untill not drunk
Not it satiates nor it rise in the sense.
Sadiqullah Khan
November12, 2018.



DR SADUQULLAH KHAN is a gifted poet of immense insights and creativity. Writing on a range of subjects his themes are social, spiritual and politically aware. Looking the domains of day to day living, delving deep into the sufferings and joys he seems to be the voice of dispossessed and the vast majority of poor he passionately identifies, yet his art touches the high mark of existential writing, unique in style and composition, he appears to lead his own genre. He belongs to Wana, South Waziristan in Pakistan.)




ABOUT THE CURATOR/EDITOR-MBIZO CHIRASHA Recipient of PEN Deutschland Exiled Writer Grant (2017) Literary Arts Projects Curator, Writer in Residence, Blogs Publisher, Arts for Human Rights/Peace Activism Catalyst, Social Media Publicist and Internationally Anthologized Writer, 2017 African Partner of the International Human Rights Arts Festival Exiled in Africa Program in New York.2017 Grantee of the EU- Horn of Africa Defend Human Rights Defenders Protection Fund. Resident Curator of 100 Thousand Poets for Peace-Zimbabwe, Originator of Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Movement. African Contributor to the Table of Words Demer Press International Poetry anthology edited by Hannie Rouweler in Netherlands. Solidarity Member of Global Alliance for Politics and Arts. African Participant to the 2014-2020 World Poetry Almanac Anthologies series in Mongolia edited by Hadaa Sendoo. Co-Editor of German Africa Bilingual Collection with German International Translator Andreas Weiland in 2016 (

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