Aesthetic Pantheist Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The manifest is hidden, in beauty nature speaks;
The multitude is like stars, like flowers on the wings
Of a butterfly. Every color is new, every stroke of brush
A captured moment, a soul, desire, longing and a sad
Sweet melancholy grief. It comes on its own
Effortless, like fairies landing, like tangos
And unlike life. Like paradise lost.
An urbanity savored: a delicacy beheld
Behind those long robes of silk, the hidden is manifest.