*yet Another Flower Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In the remote clouds afar
On the sharp line of the hill
Heavy showers of rain
On the pane of windows
In my imaginations near
And up I look the flowers
So delicate as your lips
So tender as your fingers
So aromatic they had stolen
Scents of your presence
The tresses of garment in cool
I hide my face in for softness
The palm on my cheek I hold
In desperation to hide my self
I read your heart from the thread
Silk as it was on the curvaceous
The contours in standing
My ears had that time heard
The sweetest melody of a lark
That sang love in early spring
I saw you gathering flowers
In the imagery of the wildest
The roses as butterflies flew
On your head for yet another flower
The petals of your cheeks barefoot
To the garden for the dew to touch
The honey like bee you gathered
Touching each flower in envy
The nightingale lamented in praise
My thirst quenched from the nectar
That you touched on my lips
21/3/2009