**my Letters No 3 Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Like kites on the air
From up the skies
From above the clouds
From the stars
From the bright of your eyes
Shine on your lips
Like broken wings
Like left alone
Of the flights of flock
Of birds to the north
And on the sea
In the streets
On the moonlit paradise
Behind the wall where my love
Hopes distant and far
In the afternoons
On the shore
When the sea in tumult
Washed the signs
Like hidden
Between the bosoms
In imbibed scents
Red of the kisses
Drops of tears
Edges worn
Sweat from the palm
My love my letters
Music of Tan Sen
In my ears
Under the aroma
Of your hair
My goblet of wine
In sweet indulgence
Touching my feet
The reverent sea
11/7/2009