Pure Sense Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Pure Sense
With the senses pure thus blasted
Six in number for the five
Nothing embellishes to fly
The cellar had the darkness
Extreme in shrills
So broke the outward on disc
Sensors less to senses respond
The sixth had given up
Comprehension like laser
The beam is red in reflection
To read the smallest dots for eyes
Exposition with ultimate
Feel through senses
Touch or smell
Vision and listen to taste
With sheer imagination
Nothing remains of the sense
When the sense is pure you
8/10/2009
pure sense is the sexth sense and I do have that..you can find that in my latest post...a favorite topic for my senses..loverd it well said..iam able to comment today..
A pure and deep write, yes I agree that silence and pointedness can open the hidden doors of perception, fantastic, Sadiqullah, thanks for sharing! 10/10
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:40:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i do not know anything about the 'sexth' sense as some one put it down there...but one thing is certain...you words make a lot of sense...especially on the 'sensing of the sixth sense'...thanks Sadiq...10