O mirror, on thine plaited edger,
Stuck the beauty’s hair,
Like the fish drink moonlight,
In the ocean’s cup, and grape from it’s
Skin, in dark cellar, - a dancer’s step.
See eye to eye, brow to brow.
O mirror, what you see, have heart to say,
Apples of bloom, a serpent’s navel,
A love lost in its dune, a curve forged
Here and there, a forehead wide.
Calligraph, a terracotta verse,
Yet the beauty may read your heart,
A silent song on her lip,
A red kiss on your face, -mirror
And let the legend be to me, in secret letter.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 12,2014.
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