To touch your feet, I walked on stars
To touch your peaks, I flew with clouds,
Across the green to see, I peeped through
The rainbows. From the wet drippings
I filled. From the dew on leaves, on tips
‘I washed my hands, blackened with life’
The distant tree lines, sent us
Rains of happiness, and like melting desires
The heat inside is amorous, peace contagious.
Great sires bowed to friends; pitchers
Getting empty sooner than filled.
The soul danced on the highest peak
Looking down upon the moon, hiding
The sun refused to show up for the show:
The walk was Basho’s track to meet a friend
A hermitic recluse, and mine to the habitations,
A shepherdess, a beautiful girl, donning up hair.
With your appearance, the vault of heaven
Gets tilted and the stars run with the night:
Climbing up higher, what it would mean.
An empty room, a drunkard dance, a dreamt for
Song. We then parted adding a page,
Adieu little friends, you have your eyes
Planted to see for you, to remember, long after;
A visit of fond times, and to meet again in Eden.
-On a visit to Bhurban- a hill station. (August 11-12,2013)
Saiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 13,2013.
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