My Blindman's Faith - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
So the dried autumn, eat my heart out
So my love, my drought stricken eye
A tear comes, rolls down like warm blood,
Down the cheek, -aye sadness my sweet-
Heart. Ah! The vibes, tell me, your winds
Her scents in the air, her music sounds.
Enough, lo sing to me, my aisle bird's song.
My blind eyes, but who hath seen, heavens
Wide open, on your chin I see, on cheek
Touch, a softness as of a budding wet leaf.
My stems crack under the dust of time,
As bones retire to a warm hearth's coz -
The autumn's extreme, but earth's crust
Moisture like love, let root deep down.
What if love, in all this by the lake's edge
A sleep longer, iglooed by stone and mud.
-On a tree in autumn in Shishkat Village, Gojal.
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