The Rusted Door Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The Rusted Door



The rusted door there,
Is closed on a sill of water;
Jagged and shining white,
The window blind is down.
From a corner she is watching,
The morning rays of the sun.
The rain had all night,
Soaked her silken clothes wet.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 14,2013.

Friday, April 19, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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