O languid yesterday,
Step into tomorrow's gloom,
Happiness is short lived,
I could not break the barriers
Of language. Let us put the night
On fire. Like wide open book of wise verse,
Some crisp white hand opened the page
Of life.
My comment,
The angelic face with red lips' smile.
I wrote though, and wished for a return
But for how long.
Can we live so many lives?
So much apart in distance.
We live in one soul.
The likeness is akin to a thundersome night,
The lightening is like music in my ears,
The haze is like a cloud.
Ah! How could I forget your lips?
Like cherries, like strawberries.
Wish me some good days and nights,
Your memories suffice for my longer living.
I would hold your hair in my fist,
I would rub your neck with my lips,
I did not know who you were,
But you had put the night on fire.

Almaty, Kazakhstan.
June 12-18,2011

Sadiqullah Khan

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