Make My Woes Your Songs

Make my woes your songs
Make my drunkenness ecstate your laugh
Make my midnight's dream a nightmare
Let for the dead of the lion call the vultures
Let for your peace carry shreds of my clothe
Banner to lovers are the songs of the lover
What love is to you take away with deceit
Sublime is soft like silk from cocoon
I wake to the world my friends indeed
Red of the cheek is now pallor of the face
The shine of the eyes is now visited with death

Islamabad
2/4/2010

by Sadiqullah Khan

Comments (1)

Amazing …finish is anticlimactic ‘The shine of the eyes is now visited with death’… A bit offbeat poem the glitter of eyes englitters death and makes death sparkling and undying… 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK