With you hurling <br />I see stones <br />In the hands of many <br />I bled to the earth red <br />Whence flowers grow in bloom <br /> <br />They have found <br />The discerning thin <br />Whom to the presence <br />Never been <br />Beauty is a talk <br />Who have not seen one <br />Let comprehend <br />Sans love the word <br /> <br />I tread the foot prints <br />To that door <br />I saw the moon move in lead <br />I thought that was a kiss <br />On the bud <br />With thorn I felt playing <br />In muse <br /> <br />Stone me to death <br />I passed by your side <br /> <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />18/3/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-passed-by-your-side/
