Thou hast in thy quite hours <br />That hath not been visited by demons <br />Idyllic rectitude hath thou pondered <br />On the word such beauty dancing <br />To the eyes like the tears gone cold <br />In the brim of eyes in winters <br />Hast thou then the sharp tongue <br />Speaking the sweetness of the letter <br />Thou hast seen the loud speeches <br />Judges naught or prophets aught <br />Hast thou seen the music on soft wind <br />Back to the flute like essence back <br />Vision of the rose and perfumes exotic <br />The bee carrying the honey sack <br />The spirit bore the beauty of letter <br />The letter took to the spirit word <br />Letter might to the sanity of judge <br />Spirit is what that holds the splendor <br />Ever growing spirit so to the letter slave <br />Death to the life aught left in the grave <br />17/12/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-letter-and-spirit/
