The fair one in dream
The glory of face radiant
Lips were like grapes
Soft to squeeze and eyes
Bright stars were shining

The clenched soul
With heaviness of burdens
Shoulders were in strength
Yet in paraplegic disorders
When the mortal self prepares
For the last exercise
Towards freedom

Another living the beloved promised
Don not grieve for the shortness
I still look for the possibilities
When the languor of that presence
Shall ask how it is spent

I gasp for the last sighs
For the breath of life I see
Still closer in my heart
I rejoice in union
25/3/2009

Sadiqullah Khan

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