Slow the Love (True Whispers)
As the Indian princess lowers her gaze
Looks at the sand at her feet
Wet with the tears from her eyes
The wait long for her wandering prince
Who gave her his heart of gold
And stories of love he had told
Arrived not at the garden
Shimmering silver and gold
Rusted brown and black
Beyond recognition the
Palace of love dusty and grey
All the leaves unfold
The love he promised
The kisses he saved
He gave it to another
Her love he sold
The heart of gold in her
Trembling fingers melted
The wine she saved for him
Froze and the words she
Spoke hid behind the
Sorrowful eyes, slow
And slow her heart,
Heart of gold broke
(Reshma Ramesh)
Yes your heart speaks here
Well you add
That the heart he gave in gift
I shall worship all life
As one day in his city of love
I shall enter
Carrying his name
To the temple we go
All that I said
All that I heard
From my heart I shall
In the eloquence of Vedas
And books ancient
In the music
of tan sen
In the whirls of dervishes
I sing to him for my heart says
He loves me only and only me
(Sadiqullah Khan)
28/1/2009
Reshma Ramesh
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