Tired leaves had constancy <br />Dripping water of rain was penal <br />Panorama overlooking the sleeping city <br />He had tied a barking dog for special invitations <br />His roosters were running headless on dawn <br />Words eat up the terror in the air <br />Forbidden music would let the silence melt <br />In the lunatic's asylums was forced repression <br />I do not hear your sounds from across the depth <br />Walls hallowed where bats would live <br />The powerful king would take two men <br />In his arm pits while running like acrobat <br />This is not the harem where heart will not speak <br />These are not bones buried under a tomb of Taj <br />These are not the bleeding nails of the young lad <br />These are the winds when on high roof <br />These are the kisses that I catch from the air <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />14/6/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-air/
