The day when you were standing in front of me <br />And when I just because of sheer excitement <br />Of being close to you and having faced you <br />When suddenly I felt that some spirit has possessed me <br />And when I felt you were much taller than me <br />And the colors of you ‘pairahan’ <br />Those red lips and white cheeks <br />The sparkling teeth <br />My submission of talking to you <br />That I was in love with you <br />Not love <br />But that I liked you <br />Though I loved you <br />Because by that time <br />I did not know that you will honor the word <br />May be I was not generous enough <br />I should have gone with the flow <br />The flow of your beauty <br />And your sparkling shining teeth <br />That expression of amazement <br />At my confession <br />The confession of love <br />And likeness <br />To me <br />You were like an angel <br />To a lover <br />Many lovers would have felt <br />The same way <br />As I did <br />While talking to you <br />And then <br />When you were no more <br />I was left with my imagination <br />And the memories <br />Of your sweet presence<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-sweet-presence/
