It Was Not Difficult
Growing
And then into stems
Leaves
With roots
Flowers
Climbing
Touching and caressing
It was not difficult
To rise
To reach
Your wall
Get close
To your bosom
For a few words
To tell you
It was not difficult
But the addiction
Of impossibilities
And further impossibilities
And otherwise
What would have I gained
For my love
Was like
The love
Of Every one
What I gained
What I lost
In this love
Who knows
But me
And that
Your gain was my loss
And my gain was my loss
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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