With the senses pure thus blasted
Six in number for the five
Nothing embellishes to fly
The cellar had the darkness
Extreme in shrills
So broke the outward on disc
Sensors less to senses respond
The sixth had given up
Comprehension like laser
The beam is red in reflection
To read the smallest dots for eyes
Exposition with ultimate
Feel through senses
Touch or smell
Vision and listen to taste
With sheer imagination
Nothing remains of the sense
When the sense is pure you
8/10/2009
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pure-sense/
