She opens the pages where love <br />Written in decibels for the ears <br />For the eyes some scratches <br />In philosophy she says lost <br />In wisdom like the master who <br />Carrying the books ancient <br />Of frozen experience without <br />Nothing of love in polemics <br />Falling apart in pieces are the words <br />When warmth of love ensues <br />When wine is the kiss on her lips <br />5/8/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frozen-experience/
