Pour In Sweet Converse Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Pour in sweet converse, from your lips, love!
In the times of storms, in thunderbolts,
The yawning earth's agape, humans adore.
When hath but faded the wise discourse
On earthy funerals, dids't not they avow,
To live by what others have their lives laid.

Pour in sweet converse, from your lips, love!
Doth the colors fade, doth not old times,
To death, and the new, hath pangs of birth
And isn't the boundaries of survival
And perishment intertwine, is not the other,
Wane into the next, giveth breathe, and
Doth solitude, not a prelude to merriment?

Pour in sweet converse, from your lips, love!
Our lives are the little acts, by the eve,
And by the morn, rosy fingers of lively sun.
Whence all is over, the few songs, from
And to the heart, shall matter, the few
Happy instances. Do not be mournful,
We all know what a legate is solitary love.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
June 8,2014.

Veronica Smirnoff, Crossing,2013, egg tempera on wood,40x60 cm. Courtesy Galleria Riccardo Crespi and the artist @ Beyond the shore. Veronica Smirnoff