Sunday, June 14, 2009
			  Mere qaniz in your seraglio, 
I would still be very blest,
hem-kissed, palimpsest
of an emotional imbroglio.
One single strand of jasmine
wrapped like nine simple yards
of cloth, in these dense shards
that intertwine as a thick seine.
And the mercy in the shadow
of your grace, the gestures
so privileged, investitures
that establish their proviso.
			  
			
 
  
I would still be very blest,
hem-kissed, palimpsest
of an emotional imbroglio.
One single strand of jasmine
wrapped like nine simple yards
of cloth, in these dense shards
that intertwine as a thick seine.
And the mercy in the shadow
of your grace, the gestures
so privileged, investitures
that establish their proviso.
Labels: Panah ; sajda
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