At last long <br />Some voices have found <br />Their way to be heard <br /> <br />From the temple and the mosque <br />Euphonies <br />From me and you <br />To we <br /> <br />Reading eyes to get to know <br />Narrowing pupils will tell soon <br />Who belongs to whom <br /> <br />Open the closet <br />In some cold corners <br />I have some tears wiped <br />On silk <br /> <br />Some tongues have been loosened <br />The angels of love <br />Whom they said were witches <br /> <br />The wedge is loosing its force <br />As the tree is standing up <br />On own soil <br /> <br />We have the memories of the past <br />We will in the present wait <br />We know this tree grows beautiful flowers <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />9/3/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aman-ki-asha/
