Break I shall you
To sculpt you again
From the grains
Of my love
Like in wood
For time
Under the sun
The chisel
And the axe
Back like
The stems
Leaves
Of the pine
I know
One day
I shall sit
Under your shade
To gaze
Into my past
Green with your love
And to the skies
Blue with fancy
Many such loves
I make and break
Every night
24/1/2009

Sadiqullah Khan

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