I have brought from your generosity
My wailing paper and pen,
From your intent curiosity,
Such stolen kisses as you were unaware.
For certain reason my wish
Is breath on the mirror, and as if
Like the art of the great master
Amazement by the fountain of music,
As it would settle in the bottom
Of the flying cup, and the cup-bearer
Opening the door and letting us in.
Let us look for aqua vitae -
And be the endless sport
Without winning and losing and reasoning.
Saiqullah Khan
Islamabad
July 25,2014.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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