She opens the pages where love
Written in decibels for the ears
For the eyes some scratches
In philosophy she says lost
In wisdom like the master who
Carrying the books ancient
Of frozen experience without
Nothing of love in polemics
Falling apart in pieces are the words
When warmth of love ensues
When wine is the kiss on her lips
5/8/2009
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frozen-experience/
