The mirror had the crossing <br />In silver and gold with red petals <br />Of roses and some flowers <br />Of heavenly nature <br />The seduction of youth <br />Flesh was made by hands <br />And adored for the evening <br />Those were the days when the city <br />What texture one could rub with fingers <br />On the air to see aroma of bygone days <br />Memoirs could have been written <br />On this bridge just by looking <br />At the passers by inventing stories <br />I picked the leaf from the tree <br />That had in its spaces tied <br />Some magic words from evil eyes <br />For the beloved too that passed every day <br />On the lonely footpath by side of stream <br />I painted many names on the wall of imagination <br />My love was my accompaniment <br />The news is that long separation <br />From the loved ones <br />I had once wished for the cup of wine <br />I have but I am busy <br />Writing myself on the wall <br />11/6/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-myself-on-the-wall/
