The Wine Remaining Ghazal-22
O I long for a sight Of that full moon. So I stand hand on heart, Eyes fixed on a house top.
“My day,” said Beauty, “knows No evening.” “I burn eternally,” Said Love.
I am a prisoner of no yesterday, Of no tomorrow, no today, I have No station, high or low.
I am the wine of mystery In search of one to drink me up. So in the Magi’s wine house I Rotate like a wine cup.
Do not pass unconcernedly By my distracted song, For I am a celestial bird Charged with a message from the Friend.
I draw the curtain and Behind it speak. O I am a blood shedding sword, But I keep myself sheathed.