This space of silence dreadfully filled
With long distances like the cold evening
In between the frosty woods and flowers
My mind shall cover with utmost vitality
My heart with the vision of hawk discover
This is not the slow wind of autumn
This eternal space has nothing of heavens
On the last day and the night before
When you were lost to me like a tear
So soft could it be and tender to touch
Once I my self am in that dark oblivion
Hope is that I find you my sweet child
You may not remember my name
I your eyes have engraved on my heart

3/2/2010
Islamabad

Sadiqullah Khan

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