O languid yesterday, <br />Step into tomorrow's gloom, <br />Happiness is short lived, <br />I could not break the barriers <br />Of language. Let us put the night <br />On fire. Like wide open book of wise verse, <br />Some crisp white hand opened the page <br />Of life. <br />My comment, <br />The angelic face with red lips' smile. <br />I wrote though, and wished for a return <br />But for how long. <br />Can we live so many lives? <br />So much apart in distance. <br />We live in one soul. <br />The likeness is akin to a thundersome night, <br />The lightening is like music in my ears, <br />The haze is like a cloud. <br />Ah! How could I forget your lips? <br />Like cherries, like strawberries. <br />Wish me some good days and nights, <br />Your memories suffice for my longer living. <br />I would hold your hair in my fist, <br />I would rub your neck with my lips, <br />I did not know who you were, <br />But you had put the night on fire. <br /> <br />Almaty, Kazakhstan. <br />June 12-18,2011<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-nights-xv-put-the-night-on-fire/
