I had been living in the nights on the rusty edge
I saw the black linen of the dark slip by my hands
I was feeling the tenderness like wings of butterflies
I did not look to the stars and the static moon

Then I had been waiting like I did last night
Like a bird you passed over my head
You are the sprit that I would like to see through
You are the innocence that I would love to dine with

I had been dreaming of the dead for many nights
I was as if I had become like them
I had also been dreaming of savory dinners
I had also been traveling away from home in the evening

My little dinner was small of things
Savory in feel and delicious in taste, luscious to sense
I wish I had not told you to leave earlier this afternoon
For another dinner tonight smaller and full of surroundings

On Nosherwan's visit to my place

Islamabad
Oct 21,2010

Sadiqullah Khan

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