Old Days Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I want to sing a song
For the sake of good old days
In the morning
When the shadows had not yet grown
Longer
In the other direction
And when some magic
Had to sit in the evening
The heavy evening
That contained the smell
Of woods
When the moon at its full
Showers its cool on the night
Damp but some images
The pervasive feminine
Mysterious
That has love from the time immemorial
And when you reminded me
Of those old days
Which I have forgotten
And that downcast side glance
Some more illusions
And deceptions
Like mirages
For the one
Suffering from eternal thirst
Of the path of love
In this desert unending