That Ever Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

That ever it shall go to dust, flowers to straw
In the freezing cold water, in laked valleys
Ours are the dreams, one day to walk away,
Shed our autumnal barks, wear silken cost-
Beauty sells, when it isn't, it is beauty indeed.

Happenings there, on our richness shall come
No one's got rights to spring, nor caged winds.
A day that when the chandeliers are lit in gold
Silver evenings, trapped in topaz, in rubies hold.
Then verse, like a goblet from lip to lip, swim
Flying kiss, on her face, attire perfumed in mist.

Gilgit
November 6,2014.