This summer when in the early morning <br />The dark clouds would recede to give way <br />To the sun rays filtering through the dust <br />The mist in the morning was lesser <br />Than the previous year for it did not rain like that <br /> <br />After tiresome nights passed in longing <br />And the knowledge that the morning <br />Will bring days of separation <br />On empty dull roads when my car would devour <br />The black metal towards the sunrise <br /> <br />The men coming out of the bins they had been sleeping in <br />The town committee truck to clean the garbage <br />To close eyes and see the earth in that coldest hour <br />I wear sunglasses to prevent myself from vomiting <br /> <br />Many a times a sunrise would inspire me <br />But for the cold colors of the beginning of the day <br />Well spent in bed dreaming that how it would unfold <br />Happy are the night’s fantasies and so is the morning sleep <br /> <br />This summer my love when I wanted to be with you <br />And without breakfast I would leave the home <br />Without saying goodbye to live in the night’s sweetness <br />The absence that I leave behind I understand <br />In perfumes and long hours of conversation <br /> <br />When I am not home keep my room warm with your presence <br />And my favorite perfume sprayed around with some music <br />You know I love olives for my dinner and yellow mustard<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-summer-2/
