Attitudes were what we had seen, <br />Looking for the gold in teeth, <br />Why were those girls so emaciated? <br />And while landing, we had sweats to our bottoms. <br /> <br />I did see some mulberry trees, <br />The thunder was too hard to hear, <br />These rustling of leaves had some sweet memories. <br />I was rather going home. <br /> <br />Someone was laughing beyond a heavy weight, <br />She was carrying a child or holding school bag. <br />My eyes were telling me as if from steel, <br />They were still talking in whispers. <br /> <br />That girl known as Anasatzhya was so hospitable <br />She was so nervous, <br />She had seen many guests together <br />As she would tinkle the bell with her little hand, <br /> <br />What glow her eyes would emit, <br />She had not learned this from school. <br />From her mother's lap. Her cradle and home. <br />The worthy home that she would open with silver key. <br /> <br />Almaty, Kazakhstan. <br />June 12-18,2011<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-nights-i-the-gloomy-entrance/
