@ A Knock Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

A knock on my door and Lo! On the rim of the tunic
In gold thus embroidered a verse such as this:

“'There's a strange voice humming in my head,
Which speaks of snow-clad mountains and dusty lanes
Of a tranquil hamlet of a distant country,
Where dwells a poet whom even the sparrows trust.'
-Portia
With love and best wishes for that wonderful 'voice'! ”

Showers upon the dwelling such bounties on earth
Do angles visit abodes so abandoned and haunted.
And yet today to be in soul, not a thatch to be found
Devotedly leaning and her eyes up the sky -heaving
Unaware, a bare bosom up. How doves would make
But nests so high, so high than the tower? She bowed’
A fairy’s farewell, a back flowing hair on a white shoulder;
I etched on the wall just few lines, for the star of a flower.