Love and desire have many unnamed relations <br />But if you see closely <br />There are distances between them like <br />Sea is one <br />But its corners touch two stranger shores <br />Tread two exclusive paths <br /> <br />So it goes <br />That in this ocean of time <br />Where both of us have changed (was there an option) <br />That even our relationship like our reflections <br />So very gently turn that <br />Often leaves no lines on the linen <br />Neither the eternally travelling color of eyes fades <br />Nor befall a wall in our continuous communication <br /> <br />Just that <br />The sand that is slipping every moment from the <br />Impetuous unyielding fist of desire <br />In here could be that emotion betwixt between <br />Called love <br />Sometime it so happens <br />That we reckon not the friction <br />Of slipping sand <br />But it slips <br />We at times try and gather it <br />But the heedless winds of night and day <br />Blows sands so much that …. <br />Heart begs but can’t weep <br />the tears <br />that were to collect the slipping scattering sand <br />give life to it, irrigate it <br />they didn’t flow <br /> <br />* Amjad Islam Amjad translated from Urdu<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miracle-i/
