The bronze of the ages among the first <br />Love of the humans from the ancient <br />I take the thread in awakened memory <br />Of the conscious <br /> <br />Possessed by the spirit in black <br />In apposition to the white or fair <br />The color of my love <br />Unlike beads of white corn <br />And like the rare clove in black <br /> <br />In bronze metallic color chiseled <br />And molded in blacksmith’s pot <br />When she uncovered her long legs <br />The blacksmith wiped sweat <br />From his forehead <br /> <br />The God’s own hand created her <br />For the last touches when peaks <br />Stuck to fingers and the crevices <br />Like lush fertility in the valley of love <br />Oozed life <br /> <br />Many a times I adored the beauty <br />Of those eyes and cheek <br />Like the dancing nude mysterious girl <br />In preservation but the spirit of the black <br />Alive like soul and martyr of love <br />(Inspired by bronze sculpture 'The dancing girl of Mohenjo Daro' Indus Valley Civilization 3000 BC) <br />25/9/2008<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-in-black/
