Let from the beginning,
As before
Let the time take its birth
As before,
As before, let
Let it happen, let the song
Leave your lips, let
The gravity be not a pull
On your dove feet-
The accumulated years in thought
And suffering, the past
Let erase
Let the puff on your cheek,
Shine in eyes,
Be a lantern of delight.
Defy time,
Let what hinders
And lament, an eloquent interpose.
Let love again
And begin when we were strange.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 12,2014.
Behemoth, oil on linen, by Martin Wittfoot @ MartinWittfoot
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