He was really a thirsty man on arrival
Till she brought little water of survival
He prays he sips until douses he the thirst
Little he knows she withdrew the straw of test
Hopes he to see her the next day, the next day
For the euphoria he deeply feels which he can't say
Really wants to come for the sake of the feeling
But couldn't for the moon and the sun under her ceiling
There he was waiting for her in despair
Like a caged hopeless bird, can come a rescuer?
flied she has with the wind to the farthest horizon
Leaving the poor bird in the wildest scariest arid zone
Asked the poor bird: is she happy gone with the wind?
As the bird's destiny begs comes a kind with whom to bind.
Fear not being neglected, rejected and feel not dejected
As a time will come when a soul for him will appear respected
Though not all man desires in this life eventually acquires,
All he prays for, is the purest heart she that he desires.
Ismaheel Gift
Feb, 2019
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