A faint idea emerged and grew
Like dandelions, my clothes
Caught the color of moss.
It has been raining the whole night
I saw flames on rooftops.
The kittens of Sidra and Vareesha*
Had such tenderness in the eyes,
Just awake from their sleep
Just playing around on the rug.
And I had to leave in the early morning:
Love letters make excellent conversation
Poems bath the words in many hues.
When I will visit my home,
The date palms would have been grown
The birds would have come out from eggs.
A flute is taking my breath away,
You call it existential despair and I
An indulgence in life sweet and warm.
Tomorrow we shall be with other winds
With other fragrance, wearing other wings.
*My two daughters.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
April 10,2013.
On the terrace: Pierre Auguste Renoir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem