The relative violent chasm of reality.
You drown in love's sheds of water.
Many names like honey are inspired,
Wings, nectar, goddess, fairy and angel.
In your secrete desire, imagination and fancy.
The seven hundred hues, the muses you know.
You imagine, and I am. Your haunt ever eternal.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 22,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem