Treasure Island

Sadiqullah Khan

***Coming Home

I had taken the longest journey
Coming home when I was lost
By the signs of the dust of feet
The lion in the herd of sheep
Mirror was water in the spring
My heart leapt when the moon
Spoke to me of the hiding sun
Not an enlightenment meditate
My tongue could neither speak
My hands nor write no language
To translate thoughts so innate
Aesthetics of beauty I articulate
The language was my first love

After writing a Ghazal in Urdu.

Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2009
Edited: Thursday, December 17, 2009

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  • Kesav Easwaran (12/31/2009 4:35:00 AM)

    a pleasing way to express what or how is one's first love...very unique Sadiq...i couldn't guess it was 'this way' you lost yourself there!
    good piece...10 (Report) Reply

  • Lady Grace (12/29/2009 2:00:00 AM)

    brief and smart..i notice that every sentence ends as good to read..very professional the way this is written.....elegant and super nice... (Report) Reply

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