Marigold

Lonely 

flower 

of gold 

waiting 

on a bench

to be picked 

by Mary

so it be named

Marigold!

Marigold

From the Bench

Whilst doth from paradise any one speak,
Still palms, magnolia and old bark trees,
Rich green lawn netted with sport line,
Erstwhile bench, -alas I did not speak much,
From thence, but I lived poetry musical –
Chanted to nature, love’s bud lips kissed.
And to the dark future we our worries sent,
For now the perfection is heavenly stream –
And now the irretrievable moments pass by,
We enough savored the damp night's dew,
As pale moon on our souls watched above
And the smiling dawn its silver doth spread.

-From the Bench

Sadiqullah Khan
Lahore
June 19, 2016.

Art: Marigold by Charu Gandhi @ http://charugandhi.blogspot.com