I found in an old serai <br />In the corner of the street <br />A man who would make <br />Rebecks <br />From mulberry wood <br />And dried hides <br />For the music <br /> <br />Closer to the moon <br />I would play it <br />I thought <br />She would love it <br />And I thought <br />Women look for <br />Elegant men <br />In romance <br />Playing haunting notes <br />On rebecks <br />On sad evenings <br /> <br />I am now <br />Lamenting my romance <br />16/7/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mulberry-wood/
