**face Life Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I had in the heaviness of the morning
Only when sun rays were reflecting
On the open door some light breeze
To raise above the earth in lightness
As if held in one hand up with my shoes
I had the whistle singing in my ears
Is it that we only talk and not sing

The drops from the cup were on the silk
Fringes of the carpet we fly on together
Like Champaign overflowing with emotion
Not dearer than the moments we share
Standing I lean I am not bringing moon
When my eyes sniff the cup of mocha
That my ears are attuned to the music

I breathe you deep before I take a sip
And then with closed eyes in anticipation
Face life in time compressed to return again
16/7/2009