Bring The Cup Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

If love be the wine supped
If heat of the hands be enough
If the cold fingers like dry branches
If trees grow flowers in autumn
If all that was thine be nonce
If the earth would once open wide
If the truth be once on the lips
If laws of nature be so
If to recreate from the time earl
For you to have your wishes thus
For me to be the angel of fate
Conspire once to the decree
Nature I had thine scribing accept
Wise man’s folly is insist on perish
Bring the cup in the tavern again
Moon is through the window sought
1/1/2010