Poems by
Sohail Khan

The Game

a poem by Sohail Khan

Run, Run, Run
Keep running behind the sun
Try catching it with the
End of the fingers, my son

Don’t think of how it feels
Or how it would burn down
The moment you touch it

Just touch it.

Keep running
Till the end of time.

Keep running
Till you can’t climb

Keep running
And never should you whine

And wait for the
Last supper and the wine.

Staring from the death bed
You will find

All this while you were running,
Without knowing the finish line.