It is not that I want your discerning gaze,
Or a smile playing down on your chin
An approving nod, or attempting to shake hand.
It is not to awaken a dream in your night,
Make you your feast your sense
And ask you to pity, may you?
My aim is to make, to myself
My art of a higher significance, to my own soul.
Since it is there, like a vase,
Not for the worth of gold, but for the worth of toil,
And more so, for the elegance it inspire.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
June 11,2014.
Vintage Elegance by BlackandWhite @ deviantart
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My art of a higher significance, to my own soul. That's great.