If I was a poet
I would have sneaked
In from the pores of a net.
I would have wrapped you in a prose
Poem that lacks precision and laid you to sleep
Under the covers of my bed.
So if love was to engulf me
And a longing rises from my soul
I would stretch the fingers of my hand towards
you and dabble with the words of the poem,
Letter by letter.
If I was truly a poet
I would have limped to the Lord by now
And sat by the foot of his throne
And held on to it
With both hands
And whispered: ‘you are the Greatest,
most Beautiful, most Wonderful and Capable,
Will you create a lover for me?’
I mean only for me.
But I know
That my prayer will not be answered
Not because it is impossible.
More than that really,
Since I have never known
Who has never betrayed his lover.
By Faleeha Hassan
Translated by Dikra Ridha
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