These days
Dreams make colors
As if some saint
Told me of memories

Sweet that they may groove in
How to bid farewell
To the love that is a haunt
Letting go
Is too old fashioned

Rise
Leave the music unsung
In between the lines
In half smiles
Just
Be not

Like on a winged horse
To heaven
The last look into the eyes
Of the beloved
May make your heart break
Just
Be not

23/1/2010
Islamabad

Sadiqullah Khan

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