I am a little in love with you,
All my symptoms tell.
A night awake, an afternoon
Wander. When the dawn comes early
With rosy fingers. When the sun leaps up
The brazen sky, and when the sun sinks
With thickened light. The night bringeth,
Sweet slumber, and the moon awakens
Dreams of rapture. When the body mortal
Aches in pain, and desires written on a page.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
May 31,2014.
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