I find thou in the gatherings of the stars
In the blistered wounds of my heart
Transient are thou in thy passing
Like rose petal thou shall wither
When the dry wind of autumn
Touches thou on the edge
Age is thy enemy
Thine abode is ultimately my heart
In the deep recesses of the depths of my memory
Thou make a tomb like Taj
Thou art the idea that has made me the wonderer
In the desert of love as thou never existed
What thou pretendeth to be
(A sequel to 'As beautiful as me part 2' by poetess Resham Ramesh)
23/9/2008
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-temptress-i/
