The Empty Room Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The empty room stares at me
With gapping open eye of the door
The smell of earth from its vitals
The aging roof made of woods darkened by smoke
A peeping ray from the window and the hanging bolt
A potion to touch if one is bitten by a wasp
A touch by seven different bolts
Embraces desires in the hot afternoon
When the sun has made the longing to possess
A pretty girl’s moist skin like dew and mist
In the dark bushy valleys with preserved scents
The empty room shares the secrete of love
Possessed with fear and the joy of forbidden
The pretty girl with the soaked smell of earth
And in the corner with undefined invisible line
The empty room where the sublime has come
To break open with luscious fruits of Eden
Fruits that have been waiting long for a caress
The empty room has the deep flavors of possession
In cold embrace and the mud rubbed on the walls
The aroma of earth mixed with water and the moisture
Dew with sunlight piercing from the window
Fixed in the mud wall and the closed eye now open
The bolts hanging down and stopped to catch any noise
The sunny afternoon and empty room
The cold streams of water and a song of love
The eye of the lover in a deserted street
For they know the secrete of the empty room
For the nights spirits shall then enter its emptiness
The magic that is left of the smoke
And loves small demons now waiting in the dark woods
The aroma in that emptiness and the pervasive
From that corner I watch the open door
For that pretty girl to reappear
Who has gone and is lost in thick trees
In autumnal beauty and in natures purity
The empty room still possesses her aroma