Mulberry Wood
I found in an old serai
In the corner of the street
A man who would make
Rebecks
From mulberry wood
And dried hides
For the music
Closer to the moon
I would play it
I thought
She would love it
And I thought
Women look for
Elegant men
In romance
Playing haunting notes
On rebecks
On sad evenings
I am now
Lamenting my romance
16/7/2009
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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