Fever Of Love Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The burning fever of love
In heat convulsed from breath
Like magician aflame the sighs
On my lips the words of love
Your name a hundred times
With rosaries men of heaven
Blowing wind and chants
In recitations with closed eyes
Truth of love that I held back
Today I rise with the word proud
On my forehead the touch of hand
Who is it for the soul has felt
Life anew the longing of years
Fly not away O angel of love
In abundance is love but like
Mirage in desert with thirst deep
Desires forlorn shall never quench
O love thou cast me like a rebel
Alas like Majnun I did not loose
My wits intact with my chest open
How many more stones you throw
My friends congratulate and enemies
Happy for the years of vengeance
Hold me straight when thou take me
To the grave under mounds of mud
The pride of love in my head
Open my eyes for one last glimpse
While leaving cry long for I can feel
The warmth of tears on my face
Dark are the days and dark the nights
Will you once but lighten my heart
On my epitaph for a song of nature
Few more roses and a touch on the soil
I feel it deep inside my soul
31/12/2008