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By Zaheda Ghani
July-Sept. 1998
Lemar-Aftaab
I
it was the face of truth,
which came shining through,
causing the tears to drop,
one by one,
like pearls,
each pregnant with a wish,
like a child,
i know God did smile,
and so i prayed,
not for sadness,
but for beauty.
II
my rivers run deep,
in the blue of the midnight,
what shades i conceal,
you seem to discover,
with amazing ease.
III
i lost my love in the depth of the
sleepless night,
in its dark blue folds,
between the cracks of its solid walls,
his soul flew and was captured.
each night i pray,
that i catch a glimpse of this drowning
stranger,
in a floating dream.
i wonder if he can see me,
in his shadows,
i am the one with the black wings and
dying tears,
follow the rings of
my colourless rainbow,
journey into me and all mine,
there is no end to what begins outside yourself.
IV
binding,
twisted to your tree of love,
which blooms evergreen,
i exist but as a breath
which passes over your leaves,
longing to posses the essence,
of all your warmth,
let me and mine mingle,
eternally to be one with you,
for only in your eyes i see
the seeds of our love blooming...
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