What stands there on the anvil,
A carved door of flowers and geometry.
Axed into pieces of wood for hearth.
A butterfly's many colors of charm,
Does she catch it from petals?
Or has it manifested inside out.
"I have been knocking the door;
Not knowing that I am already inside"
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
January 31,2013.
Carved wooden door detail, Samarkand: By Arthur Chapman on Flicker.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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