“As Your beatific fingers strum the strings,
They set tunes for the songs which my heart sings.
What a choir it would be to listen to,
Of my heart a drum, of Your eyes a flute;
Your presence, a fair sonata that rings
Through my soul, making it sprout the wings;
To carry it through angelic domains
To the place where Your grace, blissfully, rains;
Where each soul’s transcending fable begins
To unravel the mystical meanings
Of esoteric colours which unfold;
Radiant upon a canvas of gold.
Such ecstasy a sip of Your wine brings,
To a beggar worthier than the kings.”
{~Umr~}
23.01.2014
Poem by Syed Umr Iftikhar Ahmed,
Artwork by Sadaf’s Art Gallery;
Artwork details : Click Here!
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