stare at the unchanging rainbows and majestic arcade <br />far-sweeping to some victorious minaret made <br />of swollen longing, burst and absorb red wine <br />where silvery gifts lie, in dune and shine <br /> <br />it was being woven out of surface of mirage <br />than any lava the fire ever trust at the sharpest edge <br />who bore Rembrandt, but alone, carve the earth <br />within the still, blue tower that gave her birth <br /> <br />but when thy spell be cast romance and all <br />May God give thee, and embrace thee to our soul! <br />shall Love renew this Zurich? Of dedication <br />or fill these lovely veins full again with imagination <br /> <br />embroidering of hearts they did with daffodils and opals <br />Potala Palace in holidays, and meditative festivals <br />drawing no dividend from Wedding's tomorrow <br />without her prejudices and sorrow<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-1/
