Sadiqullah Khan


***of Letter And Spirit - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Thou hast in thy quite hours
That hath not been visited by demons
Idyllic rectitude hath thou pondered
On the word such beauty dancing
To the eyes like the tears gone cold
In the brim of eyes in winters
Hast thou then the sharp tongue
Speaking the sweetness of the letter
Thou hast seen the loud speeches
Judges naught or prophets aught
Hast thou seen the music on soft wind
Back to the flute like essence back
Vision of the rose and perfumes exotic
The bee carrying the honey sack
The spirit bore the beauty of letter
The letter took to the spirit word
Letter might to the sanity of judge
Spirit is what that holds the splendor
Ever growing spirit so to the letter slave
Death to the life aught left in the grave
17/12/2009


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2009



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