A Day on the Caucasus till the Next Morn

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A love by Ayub, in the tradition of the Romantics, in Different Truths


How I have escaped

From the of her lips!

On her grayish eyebrows

Were throbs of the untold mystery?

In the depth of her

Blossomed of seven colours,

On the right cheek of her was a reverent

Demand of a kiss in the contracted mole.


In the waves of wind,

Coming from the half open ,

The wild dance of the soft curly black locks,

Pulsation of touches

Rustling in the pores of delicate fingers,

No one knows how much implicit

Infusing in my impatient heart,

The brown haired enchantress of Caucasus bound me

From each and every angle

In her unspoken miraculous elegance,

And I found myself molten in fragrance

Of her soul, sound, and structure,

Each drop of the touch of her silence

Kept quenching my thirsty throat,

Ran into my streams of blood.


When the rustling, moonlit-night,

Cling to the nude golden body

Of the day,

I don’t remember.

How many centuries I’ve spent,

I know not.

I’m still mesmerised how I have escaped

From the illusions of her lips!

©Ayub Khawar

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Ayub Khawar

Ayub Khawar

Ayub Khawar is one of the most renowned contemporary poets/writers from Pakistan. He has given his remarkable services in Pakistan Television Industry. He was honored by the Pride of Performance award from the government of Pakistan. Recently, he has been awarded “Cross of Peace” 2016, “Stars of the World” 2017 award by The World Union of Poets and “World Institute of Peace” award 2017 by The World Institute of Peace Nigeria.
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