My heart, thy host: a poem by Asif Sultan
My heart, thy host
Asif Sultan
01-01-2021
Gazing at canvas pearly white
Direly wish I to paint it sweet
Thy countenance so blessed and bright
Committing thee to painting sheet
Behold it I with great delight
Afraid am I of distortion
Of details that I recall now
Beloved's face: like glaring sun
Melts off the snow in vast meadow
Onus of memory how to shun?
Let me carry the burden tough
Of thy memories so sweet though old
Nay, mind can bear thy face enough
To paint it on the paper gold
No portray nor poetry thereof.
The host of thee my heart will be
Let worn out mind be all set free.
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