The Memory Of A Poet Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The Memory Of A Poet



So much so my love when we used to sit together
To read the poets of the day and the ideas they have
In happy youth the words that we gave to our love

Words with wings to fly in distant mists and the days
Words that when said and coming from your soft lips
The tongue that it would make slip in sweetness

The imagination that would take us on the flying carpet
Waving to the creatures on earth as we would fly
Happy in the air and above the rainbow through the clouds

Soft as satin in speech and like pearls and rubies
When those words and lines would make the rivers
The waves like tongues licking the salt on the shore

The soft moon in the dark nights when the demons of terror
Would wake up and steal children and burn the houses of poor
Spoke of the human values and the love in their bosoms

I remember the days my love when I recited from those books
Or listened to the verse in sweet melodies with cups of wine
Like flowers like roots and like butterflies like everything beautiful

Gone are the days of the poets who would recite
The melodies of heaven and who but spake of love
Great voices of the poor and the beauty loosing grounds

O death take not everyone with pain so lingering
Leaveth here for the heart broken lovers some voices sweet
Laid to rest though for ever they are for the eternity to see
Live in the hearts of the lovers and seekers of the cup
The cup of love and the wine divine that poureth unending
(In the memory of Ahmed Faraz, poet)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Babbellapati 27 August 2008

an era from a remote past comes alive...i re-lived, sadiq!

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