The messenger had the word br My heart leapt to hear br Slow swiftness had the moment br My eyes spoke without saying br For me or whom the delusions br You fly your wings to the north br I in the east wait for the return br You have not known it more br Written what was by the angel hand br Like the stone in the midst of a stream br Dry as it flows on the sides br Still a wave that goes to the top br I spread my hands for the winds br I catch the aroma of your hair br Was not the candle in day light br On your sweating forehead a sign br You confessed to the wall much many times br Your love alas you had turned your face br The regality of my presence you adored br I played with the lock of your hair br Like the nightingale caught in the love of rose br Caged is my heart with out any cage br Once in the spring on the strings of my heart br Play the tune of love forgotten since long br br Islamabad br 1622010br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br