Reality was under the feet <br />Gaze to the moon to ride onto heaven <br />What real love in the mysticism of nature <br />Myself I felt with the tips of my fingers <br />Breathing self is what life is <br />What moon from ages of creations <br />To many was a mirror for their faces <br />In craters read names of their loves <br /> <br />Into half to show miracles manifest <br />Desert red for the Majnun in the wild <br />Sewen by the young girl to her frock <br />Is in half behind the veil black <br />The moon with pride and prejudice <br />Oceans in emotions when in full <br />Life it sustains not so is it harmless <br /> <br />Aye in the dark of the night it goes hiding <br />Behind the clouds we counted stars <br />Not for luck but play of the child <br />Again was the moon like sun from the east <br />On the beloved it shines like shines on the lover <br />Taketh my lesson O heart dear lament not <br />The dropp of thy tear for the beloved that ye shed <br />Is moon of the fourteenth and nothing else on thy chest <br />5/6/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-of-the-fourteenth/
