And today I crave for beauty
In a descending night
A morning gathering on the dark
Corners. A cliff with the feel of a bush
A softness, satiny Shanghai silk
Not threads of hair, hanging hearts
Goblets of eyes, red, white and green
Unfillled, unpoetic, unromantic.
Just a ‘be’. Though remains a wish-
Today I craved
For beauty milky-white
Clove-like black, wheat-like brown.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
November 17,2013.
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