**visitor Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

She had the sweet tongue of lark
In black ease she drew her collar up
With eyes to catch the air of spring
The appreciation of red and green
The bosoms in softness crisp
One by one with the curiosity
The pages as she opened in book
She scanned through my mind
All events of life in outline
The eloquence was though hidden
Sparing intellect her eyes shone
How to caress with hugs the dears
Where the friends still many things
She was resolved to do on her own
(To Addis, from Ethiopia, a visitor)
9/4/2009