[saadat]

Here, for you, I offer bits of my broken dreams.
Hark! dark despairs, from my sleepless realms.

Could you rid thee of me or stray away far.
Or ever forget, my malevolent heart’s scar.

Your giggles, your smiles, breathe your color.
Look! I greedily gather these pearls, for succor.

With tears you had wept, close to my breast.
Here, see, dusky depths of a tattered chest.

If only your life’s pieces, you bestow on me.
Here, I present the honorable price, for all to see.

Perfumed anointed, Oh descend to my side.
Here, I put forth in humility, my fragrant tide.

you like flowers, cherish you like a bud.
Here If I may, for your peace, is my solace’s rud.

My warm embrace, wherever shall you find?
Here present I, sans reserve, my being my mind.

Say, venial angel, wouldn’t you but accept?
This aged wine, in you heart to flow and reflect.

original
saadat tahir
(Islamabad)
(Nov 12, 2009)
** dreams are …just …dreams.