Her hands were holding the moon in firm grip <br />Like dreams she might not she knew one day <br />In dark of the night she will seek all life <br />Like God I peeped into the kitten's play <br />With a ball of wool the luminosity in her eyes <br />After a long sleep before the disorder would strike <br />A bit of creation from the God’s eye <br />The rain was heavy to wash the face of earth <br />From the fireworks and dried blood <br />When for shelter some children ran in fear <br />A rich man bought feelings with riches <br /> <br />The rape was not as fabulous <br />The aphrodisiacs all in the pouch <br />Were not used and in cozy environs <br />The souls were sold to protect the vitals <br />The distant peripheries for the strings <br />In puppet shows in the name of God <br />All streams were colored from the spring holy <br /> <br />When she moved her body fatale <br />My love like soul in silent whispers <br />In ethereal vapors and like the atoms <br />The astronomer says shall one day dissolve <br />For lack of the pull in the gravity <br />Behind closed doors now I shall not <br />When love is what for my restless soul yearns <br />I tried in vain but to look into the future <br />I need to forget my memory to get back <br />All was not love but still on my palms <br />And the many signs and lines that I draw <br />From star to star I still remain there <br />But alas in those rhythmic movements <br />When you were dancing under the moon <br />(To an unknown Palestinian Girl) <br />20/1/2009 <br /> <br />P.S There are three parts in this poem. The first is the innocence, then the carnage, then the dialogue, the grants of money, then the regret of the ‘aggressor” (second stanza) and at the end the future and the fate depicting glimpses of her beauty.<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-were-dancing/
