The voices were made in blackbird's tune br Vision as if on the skin's satiny sheen br As if hair were slipping down the cheek in crescent br As if love has won the last battle fought with fervor br As if victory would mean a smile as aubade from early dawn br br And for the plaint that was wrapped in the finest colors br The leaves as if talking and singing with birds br As if green and yellow would be the fantasy in hearts br As if they would be looking for silence of the midnight br And that the clarion of love would ring from distance so far br br The zephyr in the desert would then be your friend br The moon and the stars would then be the audience br Pick the flute from the stem as the reed is too dry br Too weakened from the burden of speaking the love br Too sweet to break the heart apart br br You are the song of the nightingale br You have known the ecstasy of waiting long and long br You have yet to get down to earth and heights of the skies br You have yet to drink from the cups of those lips br You have yet to seek your tavern again br br Islamabad br Oct 26,2010br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br