O Pilgrim Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

O Pilgrim



Every bit of stone, every treaded path,
O pilgrim, pour a libation to beauty!
Sweat is nectar, yet your gaze on peak.
She's dance, her silver jewels swing
A camel's ride, her feet dance the mare's
Step. O twist of the lioness' narrow waist
Or open dove eyes borrowed from gazelle.

-on Rakaposhi

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
October 20,2014.

Saturday, November 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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