The Streams Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The high peaks converging
On the tips above the earth line
The narrow valley has the vastness
Which can only be felt on touch

The velvety green has the softness
Of the green grass trimmed and moved
Down below the streams flow
Of water like juices of life

From the corner of the eyes if seen
In the evening when the sun sets
Behind the clouds with streaks of rays
A silver line in the misty steam from water

A cedar tree standing tall with stems
That bow in reverence like the hand
Approaching the depth of the cleavage
To feel the wet softness of the stones

Cold yet burning hot for the persona
Of the valley was like the sighs
And the dreamy eyes with sensuous lips
Spreads the legs for the feel to go deeper

Life is breathing in the valley
Gather not the openness of your beauty
The cold that goes through the spine shivers
As the hands slip onto the curves

Glaciers of love melt here
From the heat of the sun
Who says you are not with me
When I can feel you in nature
12/9/2008