O Pilgrim

Every bit of stone, every treaded path,
O pilgrim, pour a libation to beauty!
Sweat is nectar, yet your gaze on peak.
She's dance, her silver jewels swing
A camel's ride, her feet dance the mare's
Step. O twist of the lioness' narrow waist
Or open dove eyes borrowed from gazelle.

-on Rakaposhi

Sadiqullah Khan
October 20,2014.

by Sadiqullah Khan

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