The I Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I would have not lived in you
Had I not given you the breath
Feelings in the cold bronze blackened
Had I not given the smile on its lips

From the grammatical personal
How could I have been in such a distance
Your pride in bearing a detached poise
Unsoiled from love you would how

To the duckling I left asking in my palms
Warmth of breathing life into her nostrils
I picked and left but I did not pick her to fly
In the balloon lighter than air through thread

Infinity saw flight of freedom left alone
Pink in dark and white clouds and hope
We connect through not just talking
When I cannot make the stone wall talk

Don not see the narrowness from where
From the rocks grow junipers tall in the air
I walked in abandon in the court of mud
You had been my host behind the curtains

Not dreams when all I see is amazing
Humble I go to the bouquet of flowers
How can I not be that necklace like moon
The I that hangs on snow clad hills