*slow The Love (Final Episode) Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

*slow The Love (Final Episode)

Rating: 2.9


What hast thou done when the princess Indian
The heart of gold burned in deserts and in wild
Love was the sign she followed but the bird
In two and one to her she learned language
Knowing love’s mysteries
The keeper of the tavern the last night’s wine
Cups filled with tears nectar of love
The saki in generosity with brim over

Harness the horse put on the wings
The imaginations forays to some other land
When the beloved has turned her face away
Away the goblet and the verse
Friends were foes and foes friends
The songs lost tunes and like the willow
Desert and me whence of the destiny
When the cold breeze against my face

For the last time my horse of wings
Turned to the city when my songs were yet
On the lips of the beauty in search of her love
To the emptiness thou sing but lovers many
Stars shall be my guide and sunrays I read
Under the moon I sleep and talk to myself
The lullaby of nature when I see the dreams

Thou hast yet to find images of love
The verse the beloved had started in haste
The verse is not over nor the manifestations
In vivid colors like rainbow like fire
To treasure of self for the beloved turn
On the horse of wings the universe immense
In the goblet red I see in my tavern
30/1/2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anjali Sinha 30 January 2009

wowwww Sadiq your masterpiece made me write this A++and 10+

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Anjali Sinha 30 January 2009

ETERNALLY When thy flying horse swings Towards the city, The drummers many And songs on lips of children and old Fill the air. O thank the stars Their guiding light The rays of the sun Upon the bridge of gold Thy royal hand When thou seest dreams Like flames upon the alter shine, And hear the lullaby of nature Then thy shield will be the Suspended red harvest moon, Under the canopy Of open blue skies I have found the images of love, my tears fell with the dews of morn and dried when dark didst trance the sky In sleep I walked forlon Till the cold winds ushered The sun lit morn. The verse once started With colours From the rainbow Swept my pages Like dancing waves from the sea What have I done? My knightly prince See, My heart of gold Burns in deserts and wild Love was the sign I followed To that tavern, Where the cups filled with wine, The tears of my nectar of love, Fill up Brim to brim Nay, do not say, Thy horse with wings Will swing There for the last time. Bless me with arms outstretched with banners in benediction brighter than the brightest silks of Peshawar. In verse and songs Sweep me in thy arms Sculpt me as thou will Colour me with thy brush Slow and slow Slow the love The love that shall remain Forever. Yes ever ETERNALLY Anjali 30-01-2009 .

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