I had taken the longest journey
Coming home when I was lost
By the signs of the dust of feet
The lion in the herd of sheep
Mirror was water in the spring
My heart leapt when the moon
Spoke to me of the hiding sun
Not an enlightenment meditate
My tongue could neither speak
My hands nor write no language
To translate thoughts so innate
Aesthetics of beauty I articulate
The language was my first love
17/12/2009
After writing a Ghazal in Urdu.
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