Aesthetic Pantheist - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
The manifest is hidden, in beauty nature speaks;
The multitude is like stars, like flowers on the wings
Of a butterfly. Every color is new, every stroke of brush
A captured moment, a soul, desire, longing and a sad
Sweet melancholy grief. It comes on its own
Effortless, like fairies landing, like tangos
And unlike life. Like paradise lost.
An urbanity savored: a delicacy beheld
Behind those long robes of silk, the hidden is manifest.
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