In the remote clouds afar <br />On the sharp line of the hill <br />Heavy showers of rain <br />On the pane of windows <br />In my imaginations near <br />And up I look the flowers <br />So delicate as your lips <br />So tender as your fingers <br />So aromatic they had stolen <br />Scents of your presence <br />The tresses of garment in cool <br />I hide my face in for softness <br />The palm on my cheek I hold <br />In desperation to hide my self <br />I read your heart from the thread <br />Silk as it was on the curvaceous <br />The contours in standing <br />My ears had that time heard <br />The sweetest melody of a lark <br />That sang love in early spring <br />I saw you gathering flowers <br />In the imagery of the wildest <br />The roses as butterflies flew <br />On your head for yet another flower <br />The petals of your cheeks barefoot <br />To the garden for the dew to touch <br />The honey like bee you gathered <br />Touching each flower in envy <br />The nightingale lamented in praise <br />My thirst quenched from the nectar <br />That you touched on my lips <br />21/3/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-another-flower/
