Hail The Day Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Greek the lover speaks when unaware
The language of love is not like the one
You read and you write goes to the worms
What you see and feel is the soul of being
Much spoken is this for real and unreal
What self is to unself the songs of the birds
Wake me up for the beauty of the day
The big men fall like the tower of Pisa in recline
Hail the day whose evening shall see the happy verse
Once again my love come that way
That way when my eyes would wait for long
The way when the cold dew would fall
On the burning heat of desire in my bosom
5/8/2009