I could not be
A part of the dawn
That descended
For yet another spring
In hopes with memories
Away away for the slice
Of life of one I see not
A life created in coziness
Of your presence
Standing was I there
To celebrate life
How many birthdays
In the backdropp of killer time
Yet the perfumes of your hair
In the shine of your costume
I see your laughter
Close to the heart
Is that one gift
From the lover
The symbol of my love
You carry on your forehead
Who says in heavens
Strangers shall not
Know each other
(On the birthday of Anjali Sinha)
1/12/2008
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strangers-33/
