Girl with auburn hair, tells me write
Nothing else, my eyes' horizon. Read fate
Time's fortunes, on my forehead, peaks
Deserts, isn't nature a curvaceous dune.
Apple of my chin's a dimple. Cuts my cheeks.
O your fingers of stone enamored,
Blackened clouds, else where? My hair.
Wait. Let the light lay upon, by twilight,
Alight your canvas, for I am the greater celeb-
Pour in colors, by needle pierce, by spear a banner.
Lovers destines, to martyr's cemetery, gallop-
SadiqullahKhan
Gilgit
November 7,2014.
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