You laid blue stars on the bed
There is no rain in the room
There is no tilt
All are crowded on end.
The distance is from autumn
To autumn and spring
Cold winter and warm summer;
We travelled on the desert of Gobi
A sprouting boat in rain,
Two green eyes far apart
Had they been closer, it becomes
Fearful. These streams are laid
For our eyes. The edges hang on to hide.
Closed kept windows
Yellow dreams and black milk
Of the day’s break
We were on our way back
Holding star fishes (sea-stars)
Close to our eyes,
Another night is ten roses away.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
August 20,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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