Lamentations I Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I lamented myself most
When in the evening's heat
When under the big trees with leaves
Covered all with dust and had become heavy
When the monsoons were about to begin
And dark clouds bringing the much awaited rain
When your gorgeousness appeared
Out of the high corners of that balcony
Which these eyes had adored so much
And when in the evening's spell of the fall
The colors like the flowing vision of the one in vigil
The colors in surrealist shapes mixing dream and reality
In that appearance with the flowing hair's aroma
And laughter like beads of precious stones
With colors varied and like crystals clinking
An angel on earth with wings of fresh breeze
Red lips like the bud of a rose
And eyes dreamy like a miniaturist's painting
Of the gazelle eloquent
I lamented myself most
When in my dispensation
I gathered the courage to say that I love you
And the surprise that played on your lips
I lamented myself most
When I felt that I am loosing you
When I said that I have nothing to say
And that you will haunt me for the rest of my life
And when the heavy shower of monsoon poured in
I lamented myself most when your dreamy presence
Was no more a part of my fantasy
I lamented myself most when my jailer held me back
For my wish would have been otherwise