The voices were made in blackbird's tune
Vision as if on the skin's satiny sheen
As if hair were slipping down the cheek in crescent
As if love has won the last battle fought with fervor
As if victory would mean a smile as aubade from early dawn

And for the plaint that was wrapped in the finest colors
The leaves as if talking and singing with birds
As if green and yellow would be the fantasy in hearts
As if they would be looking for silence of the midnight
And that the clarion of love would ring from distance so far

The zephyr in the desert would then be your friend
The moon and the stars would then be the audience
Pick the flute from the stem as the reed is too dry
Too weakened from the burden of speaking the love
Too sweet to break the heart apart

You are the song of the nightingale
You have known the ecstasy of waiting long and long
You have yet to get down to earth and heights of the skies
You have yet to drink from the cups of those lips
You have yet to seek your tavern again

Islamabad
Oct 26,2010

Sadiqullah Khan

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