From the form legs curve up <br />The line of Ingres in charcoal <br />Hairs were a mane of colt <br />The mascara with detail if irises <br />I had turned into a stone on stone <br />I sat feeding a cat that was hugging <br />My feet for a kind gesture of kindness <br />Still in the externality of form <br />I could have read what was inside <br />The mind of cat that was named <br />Mano by the little girl with tulip eyes <br />A mother was sitting holding her child <br />To her breast that was open for all <br />In warm lap she was begging <br />Destitute everyone passed by <br />A fallen leaf when spring prepare <br />To fly over the mango leaves <br />My love this time refused <br />The echo of the pointed sandal <br />Was just another music that vanished <br />Looking for footprints were no use <br />Reality leaves scars of wounds <br />On her red lips as like flowers <br />Blood oozes when fresh air <br />The wounds got deeper <br />I relate to past and future <br />But the present for the beaming sun <br />As reflections of hope in listless silence <br />Carpe diem as my eyes capture <br />Celebrate life as it is around <br />My dreams are held back <br />Delayed gratification wisdom spoke <br />But I shall see the nature instant <br />14/3/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delayed-gratification/
