*too Far Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

When the voices ended very long ago
Will I say something I wanted to hear again
The musings of love to the brim
When fatigue ensues in too much indulgence
In sufferings when poison is nectar
You’re coming and going the shawl with border
You of your own fancy those glances
It shall not stir in me I have gone too far
In vain I read myself in those words
On my own way the most turbulent songs
The reddest flower the zigzag of butterfly
A garden on my left it has no colors
My cup of wine since long is empty
The air is different life so meaningless
4/3/2009