There was a small word in the lines of indices <br />like knitting a needle or weaving knots of silk <br />I put it upside down and the downside up <br />I traversed the chest of the Gobi desert <br />I visited the Streams of Tigers and the Springs <br />of Three Laughs and saw dreams <br />I then woke up lance in hand towards a direction <br />the river was leading me to the very source <br />I then heard a voice <br />you have seen the beauty with your eyes <br />as you behold and seeing the dusty pages <br />being wiped by someone a hundred years afterward <br />and this small word in thousands of words <br />done up like vases and trees and magnolia <br />some dancing girls too <br />and some breaking down the sand like tears <br />in this visibility <br />I would leave that one word unattended <br />and unlike many other words chiseled <br />to perfection <br />I would not untie it <br />I would then narrate to the causes <br />I would then not have written this here <br />I would then not have spoken of my love <br />but for that small word that went amiss <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />Sept 7,2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/word-that-went-amiss/
