Sweet Dinner Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Like a lost cemetery
Or flown in the air
In rivers holy
My body in ashes

On my epitaph
A celebration to life
For a few years
For all the times
But in my heart
In my soul

Your love eternity
In my bosom
The song of the bird
Sweet melody of nature

In civilization I grow
In cultures defined
A smile in your eyes
The bent of your head
My Arms slip
Guards thrown away

Take me into the cool
Of the passion of your love
The spontaneity of laughter
Of the lasses and lads

The color on the forehead
Reminiscent of life
Between dark hairs
When your hands touch
On my fingers my love

Forget the rest
For a few moments
My love when you turn
To tell me what will happen
In times to come
I know you know
But pasta is ready
For a sweet dinner
15/11/2008