The night was too dark
Some howling owls in the bushes
I raised my hands with eyes open
To wrap the black into my lap
I saw the dust flying in particles
So many candles were lit to celebrate
There was a humming sound of silence
Whispering was as if lips did not speak
In many places the damp like white
Of milk in almonds for the drink
My touch had the silkiness of linen
Slipped like playing love magic
The abundance of red and green
Though on the grey was like flowers
What I missed in thousand years
I read every page of history in those eyes
On the corner the sweets in glasses served
The lusciousness was visible from afar
Mixed in the air was the depth in color
I stood for a while to look back
For a while to the doors and corners
In the very narrow street of the bazaar
Only to adore the black eyed beauties
Chewing some white cheese served
On the green leaf of the tree wherefrom
Nay nay
I shall come here again to see its splendor
15/7/2009
*Sadar bazaar in Peshawar
An inbuilt knack in tackling the descriptions in the poet is quite clear, good job!
mind blowing script Mr. Khan... n i loved the subject. u portrayed the idea vividly..
You have painted a wonderful portrait in a blank canvas painting a very detailed picturesque...Great! ! ! 10
you paint a very vivid and artistic picture with this beautiful poem Sadiqullah 10
beautiful sadiq......the best part of the poem is that u paint a picture where u are standing back and watching everything.........and it is like we are standing beside you watching this baazar in peshawar.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful, touching, whispering peom..loved it