The Pity Is That She Knows Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The pity is that she knows,
Perhaps that my desirous heart
Beats twice on the beats of her step,
Sings extempore, my deep voice -
In musical rhythms and that when I see her,
Am housed in mirrors, fairies' companion,
Or a thought forgotten, returns vehement
Talk to myself, -O the statuesque appearance
Taller than skies, broader than earths
My vain existence, my sweet deceit
Rainbow's colors, silvers of moon
In your hemmed extensions, your river eyes.
Therefore, I, a sculptor by the night
And by the day, clast again the icons,
Neither I understand the love's delusions,
Nor my hands, I lay on her contour,
But alas! Though, the time gets filled,
Buoyant, like waves upon waves I am taken,
From state to state, when a halt -
O destiny to you when I reach,
Though, there is no beginning, no arriving,
And to you when I arrive, in you I shall travel.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
January 14,2016.