Descending Grace Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Upon eye lid, widening pupils
From high brow, sweating the cheek sway;
Prismatic bine-oculas, stars on white rocks
In red. Melting waters on the outside,
In dissolved heat, slow sips.
Descend like grace, like in unaccustomed
World, a stranger, wayfarer’s destiny –none.
O! Whoever is the Listener, holder of Divinity,
Let my grace, human, be the Cover
O! You who shall not allow, a mean moment
Pass by, near me, my loves.
O You! Make my endurance Never falter.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
December 5,2013.