Romancing Stone Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The shine like a mirage distant
In actuality is nothing but dust of centuries
The pilgrim in belief that the stone has come from heaven
Up from the skies and from nowhere
No earthly birth is attached to it
In memory’s distant corner
Its first discovery and knowledge
Of being possessed with objects
Carved or beauties curved into shapes
In similarity to the mind's great fantasies
In worship and in the sculptor’s masonry
In touch it creates riot in the imagination
Akin to the circling pilgrims
Or bowing down touching the mother earth
In child’s play and the clay in different forms
In an attempt to harden it into a stone
Animals six legged or statues with multiple hands
Candle lit on oil and placed near the dead
The bread’s sweat aroma on its flat above the fire
Or the pot left as symbol from the civilization lost
The dust and the depth of lines it talks of symbols
To the necklace and the arrows or cannon balls to the angry
Stones in architecture or the goddess of beauty
A wish to the lover or hope of the beloved

A small piece in my pocket softened by many touches
The memories of the beloved written on its face
No match has it got for the poor man’s love it carries
The phallus in different shapes or creations ultimate source
Love from the primal exit in shapes taking divinity
No diamond no ruby no precious metal
Stone in the dust and dust upon the dust
Mankind’s imagination have thou inspired
The mammoths of pharaohs the Mayas and the Orient
The wall wailing or the God’s dwelling house
Erections of the devil despised by the stone
Stone unto stone and the stone is so worshiped
Mankind’s love have thou animated
The secrete is that thou art so abundant
The multitudes and the generations
In veneration deep
Stone
Thou art the poor man’s love