This space of silence dreadfully filled <br />With long distances like the cold evening <br />In between the frosty woods and flowers <br />My mind shall cover with utmost vitality <br />My heart with the vision of hawk discover <br />This is not the slow wind of autumn <br />This eternal space has nothing of heavens <br />On the last day and the night before <br />When you were lost to me like a tear <br />So soft could it be and tender to touch <br />Once I my self am in that dark oblivion <br />Hope is that I find you my sweet child <br />You may not remember my name <br />I your eyes have engraved on my heart <br /> <br />3/2/2010 <br />Islamabad<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sweet-child/
