The passing is a boat's voyage
Days and nights like trees on bank
Look for stories, ‘be the looking'.
With wide open lids, gaze the face,
Such reckonings seldom on horizons
Peak, such nights never so dark.
Snake-charmer beware the poison,
And like in life-less snake's eyes,
Behold the image. She is an asp -
Charm her to muse, to wave,
Like a stem in the soft gentle breeze.
Such reckless games we play in love,
Not knowing who's charmer, who's snake.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
January 21,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem