Shakil Haider


Its On The Tip Of My Tongue - Poem by Shakil Haider

Its on the tip of my tongue
its a whisper that a heart aches for a thousand moons
its a gleam, a shimmer off the heaving sea on the bluest night
its the scent of the flowing strands of silky hair that mesmerize
its the longing of the forlorn eyes that makes a heart sink
its a nest ready for the miracle of life
I have been lost too long in the wilderness of doubts
I forgot the name, one word that covers all
I forgot what its called...
I forgot what its called...?


Shakil Haider


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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