For the wisdom to see inside
The intellect in its strides hard
Soul turned away from the worldly
Eye of aesthetics was turning blind
In senses the endings were worked
Imaginations in wild endeavors
Mystery was but another magic
Various angles like in prism the same
The dialectics left much to explore
A bridge to the self with ladders
The ultimate experience faraway
The night’s celebrations like dance
The wolves and beasts as to the final
The destiny is though in infinity
The long travels in the distances
Much treaded by wise and saints
My glances back on the door open
Of the self in the tavern the Saki
Still my world lies in the beauty
The beloved though is like dew
With gleam of morning evaporates
The delicacy of petals as the senses
Enlivened for the last dropp of red
The wine that sparked the colors
When that beauty like rainbow
Appeared after the mist was over
3/4/2009

Sadiqullah Khan

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