In Another Sense Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Tomorrow you shall put the candle
To the sconce, and the green of March,
Spread, tomorrow you shall lift the veil.
We shall trust the waiting tomorrow,
Ah! My all tomorrows are willows’ boughs
As I step down the years of longest anguish
You will have your lips brushed with star-dust,
And wear the hope’s bright moon on face.
I swore to myself not to cut my tongue
Short, not to let the breathing mellow down,
But an enchanted silence ensues or
Is flown down the tear without a weep.
We shall coil round the fireplace of desire
And your body-tale of limbs like grape-vines
Ambulate the thought. I am in a hurry,
If you ever want to catch on me, you have
To have the quickness of a sparrow
Or the mystic step of the wild crane,
In another thinking, in another sense, a presence.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
March 9,2015.