I had taken the longest journey <br />Coming home when I was lost <br />By the signs of the dust of feet <br />The lion in the herd of sheep <br />Mirror was water in the spring <br />My heart leapt when the moon <br />Spoke to me of the hiding sun <br />Not an enlightenment meditate <br />My tongue could neither speak <br />My hands nor write no language <br />To translate thoughts so innate <br />Aesthetics of beauty I articulate <br />The language was my first love <br />17/12/2009 <br /> <br />After writing a Ghazal in Urdu.<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-home-33/
