blind princess plucked the black lute <br />her prayers were suspended in midair <br />blue boat made its way across the Persian gulf <br />through a floating blanket of drowned magnolias <br /> <br />I was a ghost in a shipwrecked soul <br />that overnight had become solemn <br />I was asking myself <br />which of us was meaner <br />you who had gone <br />or me who had left behind <br /> <br />a late summer was a purer adoration <br />hand in hand with a closest sweetheart <br />under plum tree a young poetess <br />recited a verse from a Book of Faith <br /> <br />(dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Wassila Nader)<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scroll-3/
