The Goddess Of Beauty Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In deep pain I am
Pain of my age
Turned fourteen springs
The aches
And dreams of
Rust red horses and men
With broad chests
The air and the deep blue night
The demons and now
Some unknown objects
Visiting me
I want to reveal my self
In a hysteria
In the hysteria of being possessed
In some strong arms
Arms like metals
With tender fingers
All running down my back
And exploration of all the crevices
My body now melting with heat
And fire
Smoke around me
Like the smoke of Oakwood
I am no wine
But wine
Come
I shall teach you drunkenness
I have surpassed you
Break down the chains and feel the freedom
The freedom of your youth
My unfortunate body
My flesh aging in desires
Fourteen springs
I am breaking with pain
Break the silence
That surrounds me
With your silence
Let the music learn
The music of sighs here
Let the dancer learn
The dance of desire and ecstasy here
Let the philosopher decipher
The cause and effect
Let the divine be graced
By my companionship
This ethereal state of being
And the sage and the mystic
Your god, the god of every thing
The ascetic and the scientist
Preacher and the moral
But here the pain of the flesh
And the harmony in nature
Every ones dream
For here is the goddess of beauty
My goddess of beauty,
If you invent gods
I have my goddesses too