The messenger had the word <br />My heart leapt to hear <br />Slow swiftness had the moment <br />My eyes spoke without saying <br />For me or whom the delusions <br />You fly your wings to the north <br />I in the east wait for the return <br />You have not known it more <br />Written what was by the angel hand <br />Like the stone in the midst of a stream <br />Dry as it flows on the sides <br />Still a wave that goes to the top <br />I spread my hands for the winds <br />I catch the aroma of your hair <br />Was not the candle in day light <br />On your sweating forehead a sign <br />You confessed to the wall much many times <br />Your love alas you had turned your face <br />The regality of my presence you adored <br />I played with the lock of your hair <br />Like the nightingale caught in the love of rose <br />Caged is my heart with out any cage <br />Once in the spring on the strings of my heart <br />Play the tune of love forgotten since long <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />16/2/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/since-long/
