I am no inspiration any more <br />With lost eloquence and heart <br />Empty upturned for the blood <br />No more rushes to the head <br />In heat when the beauty distant <br />Closer to bosom like the fruit <br />Hanging low but still the desire <br />Flowers abundant the nightingale <br />Sings in isolation his tunes of lament <br />On the top of his tongue for the rose <br />Withering in the garden with the scent <br />Mingled in the wind where gone <br />The tree’s trunk is splitting in grief <br />What air in the garden thou autumn <br />In spring befallen yet few days more <br />Summer breeze in the afternoon <br />Sadness in the bud when the rose <br />Hid her face then to whom the song <br />I said I shall give my head in love <br />I say what a foolish pledge to make <br />Nor is the head nor is the love <br />Who knows when shall spring revisit <br />When shall rose then sprout her smile <br />17/4/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-rose-hid-her-face/
